𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

ʚ𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ

Fake empathy.

Pity looks.

Unnecessary apologies.

The three worst consequences of opening up to someone.

"I understand what you're going through."

No you don't.

"I'm so sorry."

Why? You didn't do anything.

"Everything's going to be okay." I can tell by the look in your eyes that you're lying. How am I supposed to believe your words if even you don't?

There's 3 people who know my life beyond the surface, understanding me deeper than face value. I'm lucky to have placed my trust into
the hands of those worthy but some aren't so fortunate.

It's not a simple task by any means, bearing your demons to someone who claims they're willing to listen. Half the time it's bullshit, they don't care about comforting you, all they want is the inside scoop, the dirty details of your private life.

They pray on the vulnerable, unapologetically playing with the feelings of those who can't comprehend the difference between legitimate care and false sincerity.

Putting their skills of master manipulation to use, further breaking the broken, all for a bit of gossip. But Grandma, Maki and Jj all proved their loyalties to me the moment they swore to take my secrets to the grave.

JJ kept his promise.

Maki and grandma still have time to betray me, but I think the elders at the retirement home are more interested in the bingo numbers over my life. And Maki, she's one of those people, the kind that you could be apart forever, yet the moment you come together again, it's as if the time between was never there.

If she ever betrayed me, I don't think the concept of trust would ever be an option again.

And then the storm hit.

The rain storm.

A fourth person edging their way into my life.

"I'll wait Y/n." Who knew three little words could have such a intense impact on the walls
guarding my tainted innocence.

I can trust him.

Some nagging voice in my mind keeps chanting those words. But I don't want to believe them, I don't want to open up to someone else. I'm sick of feeling like getting to know me is some kind of burden. But he saw straight through my lies, he saw straight through me, as if my soul was transparent. I was scared he would pressure me, push for the truth and disregard my opposing pleas. But he didn't.

He did the complete fucking opposite. Like a nice guy would, like a respectful, charming, non asshole would. But he's meant to be the asshole, the snarky quips and the eye rolls. The brooding persona that falters for brief moments of weakness.