𝐶𝐸𝑅𝑈𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑁. jujutsu kaisen [✔]

𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚

WEEKS HAVE PASSED. You have yet to see the presence of the light-haired sorcerer with eyes that of the sky. Wondering where he is, and what he might be doing now.

You have waited in the same spot by the oak tree; overseeing the grassy fields to catch a glimpse of him, but he is nowhere in sight—there is not a mane of vanilla that has greeted you with his playful smile.

Clouds start to form and gather. They are dark and pewter in color. It is as if the heavens are endowing you with their sympathies. Sensing the heavy feeling wringing in the chambers of your chest.

You begin your journey back to the house. You know better than to wait there. It is about to rain and you do not want to get drench in the drizzle.

You then look up at the once blue expanse. Wherever Satoru is—you pray that he is safe and alright—and that he still finds the time to think of you even for a little while.

Rain is pelting on the large windows. You are leaning on the headrest of the sofa, watching while its drops ricochet to the glass. The spatter has blurred your view, causing you to only see the gauzy monochromatic scene outside.

‘What if I am in love with you?’

You remember Satoru's question. It is cleaving in your mind for some time now. In your regret, you did not give him your reply.