Character: Kaito Momota

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Kaito hated the heaving feeling in his chest- it felt all to tight and it burned at his ribcage.

Kaito hated the thoughts of ghosts and ghouls scaring or worse- killing him.

There were so many ways to die- he didn't mind the thought of death, it was something he sometimes thought if to numb the pain. But the ways you could die were all to sadistic for him to think of, drowning, being shot, being stabbed.

It all scared him.

He hated the thought of it scaring him too: he was supposed to look after others, act like a good friend to everyone.

But at the same time he felt all to empty.

He hated every emotion in the world.

That was the simplest solution.

That was what would go through his head.

But he felt to empty that day, he just wanted to curl up and die.

Doing anything would feel like a chore.

Maybe he wanted comfort- no he definitely wanted it. But if he tries to ask he was sure the words would get stuck in his throat.

He just laid on his bed and thought until 9:00am.

"2nd February- wait Maki-rolls birthday"

He had to get up now. Just had to.

He had to get up because Maki-Roll deserved this.

He had to get up because she was the one who deserved Comfort.

But then that burning feeling returned- prompting him to just lie down there.

Just lie down and fear and feel empty until he felt ready for the next day.

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