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𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟑: 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 . 𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩
𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 ✦: This is the last chapter. I will not make a second book for this as I will be working on more projects. I hope you enjoy this and if you have any questions, I will answer them to the best of my ability.
𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
he loves me
I leaned against the wall where I listened over the conversation with both Dazai and M/N. The whole time, I couldn't help but feel the sense of relief, though there were some statements that made no sense to me. What could Dazai have meant about M/N leaving himself behind? What are they keeping away from me? What does Dazai have that I don't for my superior to not trust me? Aren't I reliable enough to listen in? Or perhaps Dazai figured out what's wrong with M/N and understood what the male was saying.
"It will always be me before you.."
I remained hidden behind the room's doors as silence descended upon the scene. I continue to wonder if they realized I was here or if they sensed a presence listening over them.
he loves me not
"There will never be you before me."
It was easy to grasp but not as simple. Jealousy frequently contributed to who I am and what I am now. It's easy to observe how my expression flattens or how my face wrinkles when anything makes me unhappy. I sighed quietly in annoyance, leaning my back against the wooden doors. I clenched my hands into fists as I made an effort to contain my rage by hurting myself.
My lip was somewhat torn as a result of my eleventh because I bit into it a little too firmly. I attempted to fix my gaze on the ground, but all I saw were hazy pictures, and my eyesight was painfully shaky. I'm not crying; I never would. Particularly over something as foolish and pitiful as this predicament.
I turned around and left since I knew they had both simply stopped talking. I don't see any use in remaining since it was silent. How did I get here in the first place? Not just here, but also in the Port Mafia, I listened to my partner and superior. Everyone here understands that I don't belong here. When I'm not even human, how can I fit in?
he loves me
Being a recognized member of the Port Mafia wasn't easy. At this point, I felt rather silly and self-conscious. How can M/N not hold myself or anybody else in the Port Mafia accountable for the actions we have all taken? He didn't care and didn't perceive any threat in us. He believed we all have a life in us and we are still kids trapped in a body. He had said before that we all deserve a second chance at life, where non of this exists. But I was different. I couldn't help but blame them for what they have done. We, the Port Mafia people are violent and vicious, we do my have a single emotion in killing. Yet that's what I would always say and believe.
