Drain my Tears

Weak

Pov: Giyuu

Heat of a sun was unbearable. Every part of my being wanted to stand up and close the window, but even this was beyond my strenght.

Weak, weak, weak...

I opened another bottle of sake and poured it into my stomach. After a few minutes I felt lightheaded which helped me ease my pain at least a little bit.

„What do I have to do to stand this suffering? Not being able to go on, not being able to stand and fight..." I closed my tired eyes. „What a disgrace..."

If somebody came to my house right now, they would see a truly pathetic sight.

So called Hashira laying on the floor around trash, with filthy kimono and greasy hair, drowning himself to death.

I curled up and clenched my fists. I know that nobody would see me cry now, but I...just couldn't... No matter how much I wanted to release these negative feelings, how much I needed it, there was just no way... Long time ago I swore to myself that I would never shed a tear for anybody.

Never again after...
...his death.

Stone started forming in my guts.
This damning feeling again.

Guilt.

„Tsutako, Sabito...why...why did you save me? Why did you chose worthless trash like me over your own lives?"

I should be the one to die.

It should've been me...

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Howdy! I just finished reading Kimetsu and I just have to write fanfic about Giyuu! He's such a good character who deserves more love, which I'm just about to deliver!
First chapter is short but get ready for more in a few days!