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𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟑: 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 . 𝐗𝐈𝐈 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚
𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 ✦: I do apologise for not updating, as I was trying to enjoy my holidays before school starts up again. I will also be working on the last chapter of this book, so don't worry. I did not forget.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
The feeling of guilt. It means 'the fact of having committed a specified or implied offence or crime.' In this case, the crime is indeed a crime but not in what you would think it implies as. Working with the Port Mafia, M/N stumbles with difficult tasks. Not missions, such as assassinations or restocking some equipment, but rather communicating with the people around him. M/N has to get used to it, since he's going to be contained in the organisation for an extensive period of time. He can't help himself for doing actions that lead him into guilt. Lead him into problems that cannot be taken back or solved. The problem is not being able to turn back his actions and emotions.
M/N was so desperate for trying to make himself less isolated, that he never thought about his actions. Such a foolish humanoid teen, cosplaying as a clown. His previous self would be cracking laughs here and there, replaying the scene with M/N and a certain male.
M/N was done with his mission as usual, but he was driven to a certain point that he's just exhausted. Plopping onto his mattress, he settled down as he wasn't bothered to change his clothes. This wasn't rare nor was it normal. Being a mafioso has no ground nor end but M/N being the superior, there will be limits. His back on the surface of the bed as his face up towards the ceiling. Many of the members of the Port Mafia advised him to accessorise his room though he declined describing it as 'a waste of time and space' all that was needed was a bed, a wardrobe and a window which the offer was turned down due to the rules.
He isn't sure how love works but he can manipulate the feeling to whoever wants his warmth and comfort, though M/N regrets it many of times due to miscommunication and one-sided love. There were many examples, and many moments he remembers where he doesn't hold the same feelings for certain people.
He was followed in by an enthralled look as hands tangled to hold the exact puzzle piece in his own. Oh, the male with brown hair had so many conflicting emotions for the other, so much greed he couldn't even describe it. M/N had ambitious goals that were beyond his capacity to fulfill. He aspired to be too much than he could ever accomplish. He yearned for it more than any other living person. That's what he told himself, or at least that's what he believed. He soon realised that it was not only him who needed comfort.
He is cut into like a ceramic sculpture by needles. For that one individual, a clay sculpture ready to break. What did that person do to cause M/N to lose control over his emotions? It was accompanied by a sharp, excruciating sting.
