"Save Me, My painter." (DISCONTINUED)

The truth comes... At some point.

TW: Mentions of suicide attempt and blood.

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Toya would say he was dreaming but this one is odd because it seems as if he is in fact, fully conscious— Maybe... This is some sort of lucid dream? No.. it doesn't feel like one. Unless this is just a dream and he deludes himself that it's not to confuse himself?

But with the way the painting's stains and imperfections that made the face unrecognizable starts to blur away, fading into oblivion as a familiar face starts to materialize itself into the canvas...

Akito.

The painting had him with closed eyes but as if Toya was starting to become delusional in that moment it seemed like the painting was moving, one eye opening as the mouth slowly moves to say each syllable.

Ake... P...

Everything started to swirl around the painting, Toya backed away as he watched with slight horror- Yet... It seemed as if he was allured to how peculiar this event is.

W.... up

He couldn't exactly make up what he was saying as ringing started to take up his ears- Akito? Akito... Wait... AKITO!

Standing up as if driven by instinct, he saw a vague figure standing behind the swirling paint brushes and paint floating in the air, he stood up and tried to go for him— He launched himself to the air to at least catch Akito but...

Wake... up..

Toya woke up with cold sweat dripping down his neck, forehead - He just felt sweaty, his eyes were blurry and the familiar ringing was still present but as his vision got clearer he noticed that the Tenma siblings and... Was that Rui?? Standing around him as Saki had a bottle of what seems to be cold water and Tsukasa had a warm cloth and some medications.

"Did something happen?! You seemed as if you were having a nightmare..."

Saki wailed as Tsukasa checked his temperature before treating him so his body could cool down easier, Thank Ena for installing an air conditioner as Rui turned it on and set the temperature to somewhere between slightly warm but just the right cold so Toya could refresh.

Unlike the Tenma siblings whom think it's something medical... Rui was thinking "crazy" and thinking it's something paranormal.

That figure... This... Usual "nightmare or panic attack" — And that painting that used to have scratches and stains? He checked it (He felt conflicted since it seemed like an invasion of privacy to Ena) and somehow, when Toya fell down to the ground it was... Clearer.

It was a painting of him.

It isn't normal, that wasn't scientifically possible — Right? There's just... Nothing to explain all of that unless you're saying that he just imagined all of that. Well, maybe he did, he hoped he did— But at the same time...

The way it opened it's eyes while his eyes almost gave up when he came close to it says another story.

He watched as the siblings treat Toya with care, he helped them with giving them instructions (due to Tsukasa's rushed nursing that wouldn't really make Toya better in the long term) and so that those invasive thoughts would at least go away.

... But it doesn't hurt to ask Ena for the whole story.. He sighed, thinking he'll ask another time, not now, not tomorrow, but when the time comes.

It's unusual to see a ruined painting of Akito from Ena, after all. Unless...

Someone else ruined it.

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Ena felt as if her body was paralyzed.

Akito kept appearing in her dreams, the very way he looked like when she ... she...

Akito's body swinged slightly as his neck seemed to have been broken by how tight the knot was around his neck, the rope was hanging from the roof as blood dripped down his mouth— And horrifyingly there was cuts all around his arms as his body looked thorn apart.

Ena dropped to the ground as she took in the traumatizing vision before letting out a scream, pulling her hair and slamming her arms to the ground, unaware of the whispers, unaware of the figures around her-

Unaware of a certain twig-tailed girl standing above her, a sorrowful expression on her face as she stared at Akito once again, hatred, doubt, self blame started to build up.

It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault. It's her fault.

She wasn't there to help Akito-

Her little brother

Is gone.

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Ena woke up again from a nightmare, Mafuyu immediately was woken up by the sudden sobs as she turned on the lights to see Ena crying once again. Though she does seem bothered and tired by Ena's constant crying, she couldn't blame her as she just lost someone important to her and...

There's just something she isn't telling to them, as if she saw something more that was related to Akito.

What if he?...

No. She shouldn't make any assumptions as she was hugging the very person that was damaged by the death of the one she's assuming about.

She sometimes thinks she wasn't enough for Ena, she thinks that she couldn't help her due to her own emotional negligence to herself but... Hearing how her sobs calmed down when she embraced her, the way she felt her heart rate calm slightly made she felt.. Relieved.

She helped someone.

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In another room Kanade was composing more lyrics, specially for Ena as a way to show that she cares for her. Honami helped her with a bit, so did Ichika and the others as she wasn't the best when it comes to more... Happy sounding lyrics, at first she thought if she countered sadness with sadness, it would result to a state of calmness, a state of numbness which would hel her relax but she did some research- or well some people told her that Ena's brother: Akito, was a street musician.

She wanted to compose a street - like music video for Ena.

But then at late night, when she was finally finishing her lyrics she could hear some vague whispers, feeling anxious she turned around as if she was in a horror movie. Letting out a shaky breath she looked to the paper again, flinching as she turned away when she spotted someone had written in the paper when she knows no one was there-

"I forgive you, I forgive you.

It wasn't your fault, I still love you.

Dear sister, dear sister — I'm always with you. "