Taken For Granted(Karushuu One Shot)

Taken For Granted

November 17th 2022 8:40 am, he became someone else's soulmate. I have lost him forever

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I wake up alone. In an empty house, in an empty bedroom

I turned to the other side of my bed, where he was supposed to be, only to see no one there. I touched the space he always occupied, the space he was always curled up and presses against me. I miss him

He was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I took him for granted. I can't help but cry again, not even bothering to wipe away the tears sliding down my cheeks. Usually it was him doing that for me

But he wasn't here, he left.

It's been thirteen years since we graduated from Kunogigaoka. Thirteen years since I asked Karma to be my boyfriend. Yeah, I know it's hard to believe I would fall in love with him but I did. I fell so hard that I couldn't get up, refused to.

He was annoying as hell, acted like n asshole and a sadist with a macabre sense of humor. But that was just a mask he shows to others, really behind that mask was an intelligent, patient, compassionate, protective young man who would always have your back. Someone you can depend on, someone who will share your burdens

I was the third person whom he showed this side of him. The first and second being his best friends, Shiota Nagisa and Nakamura Rio.

It took a long time before he dropped the act, before he started opening up to me. But when he finally did, I loved him even more.

He showed me every side he's never shown any one else. And I suppose he expected me to do the same

I only showed him half of myself.

He was hurt, yes. But he was patient. He patiently waited for me to drop my walls and become more open with him

But I never did

I assumed he would forever be patient with me, always waiting for me

Our first big argument was one year into our relationship. It excited me how alluring he was when I upset him. His golden eyes would hold a darker glint, and would remind me of the setting sun.

I made him so upset that, he punched me.

I didn't let him get away with it, I made sure to return the punch in the stomach he delivered to me. We got so angry at each other that we refused to talk to each other for five days.

Eventually Karma caved, and reached out to me. He was the one who would apologize first, always the one reaching out, the first one to calm down and try to fix everything.

I didn't show him how much I appreciated him

I think what I loved the most about him was the fact that, no matter how hard he was pushed, he also stood back up. He never cried, he took every hit, every hurtful word thrown at his face, never backing down

That's how strong he is, that's how amazing he is. And I took advantage of that

I loved twisting and manipulating people. My father taught me that it doesn't matter how hard a person hides it. They always crack at some point. With the right push, the right stab, they will break.