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"Haruchiyo, did I do a good job?" I asked him as I wiped the blood off my face.
"Yes. Now help me clean the mess." He replied.
I don't know how it led to this kind of situation, but as long as I am with him, I am fine with whatever. For him, I will do anything and obey him blindly.
After we cleaned up the scene, he left. Leaving me alone in this warehouse full of the traitors we killed. He's probably going home to his little girlfriend.
I smiled bitterly at myself while I look at my blood stained reflection.
It pains me deeply that he never noticed me. I am always by his side ever since we're kids, yet he never looked at me the same way I did to him.
I met him when we're still in elementary school. He was the timid, shy Haruchiyo back then. But right now, I cannot see his past self. The Haruchiyo I fell in love with is now gone, he's just a crazy drug addict who finds thrill in fucking random bitches and killing people. But still, I love him dearly.
I left the warehouse, hugging myself from the sudden cold wind. I walked towards my car and went straight to my home. I don't feel like going anywhere, not when I feel pity for myself.
As soon as I opened my apartment door, I let my quivering knees drop on the floor. I let my strong and unshakable facade go down in the drain as soon as I reached home.
It feels like my strength decided to abandon my body that even walking straight is hard for me.
I struggled to reach my bedroom. Tears streaming down my face while my whole body shakes from the exhaustion I feel.
As soon as I reached my bedroom, I let myself down on the carpeted floor. I hugged my knees while crying out all of the pain I am feeling. Why does loving him needs to be this painful?
I was crying quietly, too scared to make a sound, when I noticed a box under my bed. The box which I treasure the most for it contains all of our memories together. I reached for it gently, dusting it off.
I gently removed the cover and it revealed our pictures. Flashbacks of from when we were kids started to flood my memories.
I held out the first picture we ever took. It was back in elementary school, I somehow managed to persuade him to get a picture in a photo booth near our school.
I was smiling from ear to ear while Haru held his famous bored look. I smiled bitterly while staring at the photograph in my hand.
I let you treat me like that
I was your willing accomplice honey ~The second picture we took was from when we entered middle school. We were in the gate of our school as it is the school's opening ceremony. Tears rolled down my eyes while reminiscing the old memories.
You used me as an alibi
I crossed my heart as you cross the line ~Our third picture was when he is wearing his Toman uniform. He had bruises in his face as he keeps on jumping to other people who talks shit about Toman and because of that attitude of his, I got beaten down by other gangs. But still, I blindly defended him to my friends who says he's just bad news.
And I defended you to all my friends
Cause you know I'd do it all again ~I smiled bitterly at the memories while tears are continuously running down on my face. Ever since I met you, I did everything to make you notice me.
All the things I did just so I could call you mine ~
But whatever I do, it seems like you keep on getting farther and farther away from my reach. I couldn't compete with your girlfriend after all. You keep on putting me on my place, saying straight to my face that I would never be her. Perhaps you enjoy stabbing my heart with your words multiple times until it turns numb and shattered.
All the things you did
Well I hope I was your favorite crime ~I stared at my ceiling. Tears still streaming down my face. I just want to feel numb so I could not feel anything at all. Why can't I be her? I wish I could just rip you out of my life so I would not feel this way.
I grabbed our recent picture together, staring at it while whispering, "I hope I was your favorite crime,
cause baby you were mine."
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Tokyo Revengers One Shots And Imagines
Fiksi PenggemarA collection of Tokyo Revengers One Shots and imagines because the writer loves to daydream about them. Lmao