•We Meet Again•Sabigiyuu•

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A/n- sup gorgeous sailors! I'm thinking of ending this story with this chapter because I can't think of anymore plots for this book. As usual if you have any ideas or ships you want a story of plz comment. I'm thinking either soukoku, fyolai, ranpoe, Vanoe, or somthing. If I don't post then you'll mabye see me in a fanfic or smth-.. As you might've seen if you viewed my profile, I have two discontinued books. I lost all motivation and ideas for it so if you read it or smth then you'll never see it updated.

-THE NEXT MORNING-

Giyuu woke up in a warm embrace, but sore back from last night's activities. He woke up with a feeling that everything just lifted.
Sabito also slowly woke from his slumber.
Who knows what went through his head but he pulled sabito into a tight embrace not wanting to let go.

He mumbled continuously "thank you.."
Sabito put on a warm smile and returned the hug.
This is everything I could ever want, giyuu thought.
He's so glad that he told these bits to Tanjiro because it may not have been alot but these littles things is want Tomioka could ever ask for.

It almost feels like a dream

Gladly everything, every movement were real enough. A dream could not be compared to this.

Unless.

Giyuu broke from his thoughts when he felt sabito moving.
"Yuu this is all you fault." This made giyuu shooked.
"What?"
"You even said it yourself."
"Your useless, horrible unloveable, terrible not even being a demon could change you!"

Suddenly, like the a sudden change in the wind.
"W-where's your head sabito"
Blood.
It felt like he was 13 at final selection all over again.
His chest felt heavy.
His breathing was unstable
Tears. Tears staining his soft cheeks.
Everything started to spin.
He felt like he was falling.
Deep into an abyss,
Endless falling.
He couldn't move. Or even lift a finger.

...

He shot up in his bed.
It was a dream. A dream.
Sabitos touches. His little breakdown.
He still had his scars. Exactly how it was in his dream.
And then it hit him.
He was 'dead' for a whole two days.
Suicide attempt.
He's going insane.
Why'd he notice? He could've stayed in his little dream.
The house is empty.
No one checked.
No knew harshiras.
No harshira friends.
Hidden feelings.
Hidden scars.
Nothing.
It felt so real.
...

We wil never meet again.

Fin