Warning! Sensitive content regarding mental health (suicide in a nightmare)! Reader discretion is advised!
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"Why'd you do it, Toya?"
His voice is soft. We're standing at the edge of a cliff, and a cool breeze blows through the air. Geten is in our old P.H.T.A. school uniform, his pale eyes glowing in the sun. The sunlight reflects off his stark white hair. He looks like a frozen ghost.
"Why'd you have to kill me?" He asks, staring me dead in the face. My mouth is dry, and my face feels numb.
"Kenji...you didn't give me a choice," I stammer, but he looks at me with sad, regretful eyes. I can hear ocean waves crashing far below us, and I smell salt in the air. Faint seabirds cry out somewhere above us. We just stare blankly at each other. His back is to the cliff, and we're a good number of paces away from the edge. I stand facing him, wringing my hands; we're a few feet apart.
"I loved you. You know. In my own way." Kenji's voice is cold with a tinge of sardonic, wistful laughter. My hands fall slack against my sides.
"Shut up," I mutter, sounding significantly harsher than I mean to.
"I did," Kenji insists, blinking and letting a few tears fall. They freeze and promptly land on the mossy stone at his feet, making sounds of glass tinkling as they hit the ground. I take a deep breath. I know I'm dreaming. I know this...isn't really him. This is just my subconscious piecing together memories. My mind is putting together the puzzle pieces in the back of my brain. Every subconscious observation of every interaction I've ever had with Kenji. My mind is overanalyzing them all.
"Kenji, that would've never happened. Not in a million years. I wouldn't trade Keigo for anything or anyone ever," I say firmly, standing my ground. My heart belongs to Kei and Kei alone.
"I know. Which is why you gave me no choice," Kenji spits, his words laced with venomous jealousy.
"There's always a choice. You can grow up and move on. Get fucking therapy," I snap sarcastically, only to earn a sadistic laugh.
"Wow. Look who doesn't take their own advice," He retorts, and I flinch. My subconscious is taking digs at me.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I blurt, but Geten just shrugs.
"Whatever you want. It's your dream. I'm dead."
"If this is a dream, then none of the bullshit you're spitting is probably even correct," I scoff, and Geten's eyes widen.
"Oh? Your subconscious isn't clicking puzzle pieces? Hm?"
I go silent. I don't know if I want to click the puzzle pieces.
"I had no friends for multiple reasons. One of those was by choice. The others...I'm...unstable and different . Diagnosed sociopath. Antisocial personality disorder. No one bothered to help me. No one bothered to notice or care. Then when I started questioning my sexuality...because of you of all people. You, who somehow had friends despite being unstable. You, who was so much weaker than me. Whose life should have no value based on my convictions...it was pathetic. I was the lonely little creep who liked the class troublemaker. You heard whispers, you were just too drunk or busy to really pay attention to them. No one probably bothered to tell you because they thought you were banging the rabbit or the bird. But rumors start...rumors can be true."
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