037 | ōhira reon

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;; since childhood, reon had disturbing intrusive thoughts almost every minute. as a child, it was excused since kids have no idea what they're thinking about. completely naive of their inner voices.

but growing up, it became more concerning. to the point his family had sent him to a mental hospital after they found a dead bird that reon had strangled to death.

plus he didn't seem to show any sympathy for the poor bird. the blood stained on his shirt was still there when he entered the mental hospital.

psychiatrists, nurses, psychologists had well nurtured reon and it looked like his murderous demeanors had ended, on the surface. you see, not only was reon diagnosed, he was a outstanding actor.

he fell in love with a nurse who worked at the mental hospital he was held captive in, hinata. surprisingly, they had mutual romantic feelings for each other, it filled reon with joy.

they were now on their third date, and agreed to go hiking. hinata mentioned that he had a minor fear of heights. guess reon forgot.

when they reached the top, reon clenched hinata's hand tighter. they observed the view from high above, smothered in each other's arms. the upper smile reon made was vague.

hinata was wrapped in loving arms, behind him was the tall cliff that he tried not to pay too much attention. something, a voice, it echoed in reon's small head. 'push.'

it had gotten repetitive, the will to push hinata off was the only thought. out of spite, reon's arms pushed forward, sending his lover's body to fall back.

he watched the deafening screams of the ginger, the mild flashback of that bird he strangled. reon sat on the dirt ground, looking back up at the sky.

"please god, help me." ❧



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