Summary: Oh, if the Satoru of the future could chat with that of the past, he would laugh at the decisions he made, the twisted path he chose to walk, all for not letting go of his dead, all out of selfishness, all out of... love. The most twisted love of all. He did not learn from error and did not advance, he did not let his dead go.
✨An adaptation of Stephen King's Pet cementary. ✨
The characters that appear here do not belong to me, they are the property of Gege Akutami
Notes: Warning-✨Abuse of occ.
✨Relationship established.
✨Description of violence, blood and death throughout history.
✨No beta reading, so excuse my constant mistakes.
No matter how long you hide, death will always reach you, it is inevitable.
Simple words that everyone can understand; there is no escape or cure for death, there is no return from it. Of course there are cases where they are resurrected within the first twenty minutes after the heart fails, but when the brain is the one that fails, there is nothing more to do, there is no pill that regenerates it or injection that gives it all its vitality again, you die and that's it. Or for some cultures you only transcend to another plane by making one with stardust, or reincarnate. Reborn on another skin.
Death is so simple and at the same time so complex and there are no reliable testimonies that say what happens after the soul leaves the body, if it goes to heaven that everyone longs for and in which it is promised never again to suffer or suffer or, if they go to hell; that one so feared and that has so many representations, one more horrible than the other, or if the soul simply wanders among the living because they do not let them go. They cling with their own lives to that loved one who has left and as a torture before such daring they stay by his side feeding on those apprehensive and selfish feelings for eternity.
The dead are not surprised, the memory of them is strange.
Gojo Satoru does not understand when he sees how the relatives of the patients who died in his turn, melted into tears, lamentations and remorse. Hearing endless times: I wish I had told him how much I loved him. I wish I had arrived earlier to say goodbye. I wish I had told him the truth. I wish I had thanked him more. Hopefully, I hopefully.
The would not exist.
For Gojo it was simply the culmination of the circle of life; you are born, develop, reproduce and die. In the case of young patients, the cycle was shorter, even some unable to develop. He had already seen a lot in the metropolitan hospital since he did his internships and now that he was a doctor made and "right", perhaps that was what had him so fucked up in feelings. Don't blame him, it's not that he doesn't have respect for the pain of others and the dead, he just doesn't understand how people cling to things that are hopeless, not to let go or let go.
If, unfortunately, he has died, did not do what you had to do with that person who left, do not do it again with the living beings that you still have left, learn from the error and move forward.
Oh, if the Satoru of the future could chat with that of the past, he would laugh at the decisions he made, the twisted path he chose to walk, all for not letting go of his dead, all out of selfishness, everything for ... love, the most twisted love of all. He did not learn from error and did not advance, he did not let his dead go.
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Doc's difficult night?" "Satoru raises his face between his crossed arms that he had kept recharged on his desk, stunned and exalted, because he had decided to close his eyes only a minute to rest. Before answering his coworker, he turns his right hand to see on his wristwatch that his rest lasted almost forty minutes and that he has added thirty minutes to his overtime. He hopes that Utahime does not reproach him for the umpteenth time that week about the extra time accumulation, telling him with that jaded tone and frown that he has consideration for them as a regional hospital and with little budget, apart from the fact that also, Yuuji will be upset with him for not arriving in time to say goodbye to Megumi on the bus on his first day of school.
