𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐡 | Toji Fushiguro.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡

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warning: attempted self-offing and mental illness

Song- willow: sombr (slowed)

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cold.

That was all she could feel as she clung tightly to her child—running in the pouring rain—trying to find her missing husband.

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        It was a specific feeling—almost instinct—that led her to believe something was wrong with her husband. He hadn't been himself lately, and she pretended like she didn't know about the unusually distance gaze Toji had when he would stare at them. It was filled with all the love in the world, yet,  she knew something was off. He always looked like he was staring at a ghost whenever they made eye contact.

       Initially, she assumed it was just one of the qualms of parenting; but after some time had passed she knew it had to be something up there in that head of his. She actually didn't know much about his past, only the name and the fact that it was some rich old clan.

Her family life wasn't the best either, so she understood what it felt like to be looked down upon. The complicated mix of emotions ranging from sadness, confusion, anger, and especially self hatred swirled inside her mind—never prominent, but always present. When her symptoms started, she  wondered if she was going to live long enough to see Megumi grow up.

What would happen to Megumi?

How was she a good mother if she couldn't take proper care of her child?

         It almost felt like she wasn't supposed to be alive. Like her existence since giving birth was an abominable mistake from the universe. Had she done something unforgivable to feel this deep sense of sin? Was she the anchor tying her husband and child to the deep abyss?

     As the rain continued to fall endlessly, she clutched Megumi tightly to her chest that wrapped in numerous blankets; opposite to her thin t-shirt and pants that made the cold stick to her skin. As she ran closer to a bridge, she had noticed a familiar figure standing over the edge.

During the few seconds of realization, she instinctively ran to her husband and latched his arm as he was about to fall over the railing.

She had quickly dragged Toji onto the concrete ground where both fell on their knees. As tears fell down her swollen cheek—as well as blood from her scrapes, she screamed. She let out inaudible words to her husband as he blankly looked on the ground. It was almost animalistic as she desperately latched her husband and child in her arms—as if she was holding their corpses.

She pleaded for Toji to look at her; to send some type of sign that he was capable of communicating. Toji had gazed back at his wife's eyes as recognition slowly came back. As he tried to speak, his throat had closed up and he could only make soft sounds—slightly resembling words. The frustration only led to more panic as he looked at his  confused wife. It was then he shed a single tear that blended into the rain. It was hardly noticeable, but to his wife with sharp senses, she knew her husband was broken.