[ y'all Monika and everyone else in ddlc is 18+ cannonly so if their is intimate moments don't sue me]
You sat accross from her, your seat uncomfortable and ragged as you shifted, trying to avoid eye contact with the green eyed female, her stare basically piercing you as you advised yourself to keep intently analyzing the desk.
"What's wrong, you have been avoiding me for so long. Teasing me by flirting with the other club mates, and attempting to get with sayori. I would say I should be the one upset."
Monika spoke, her dangerous tone making a small shiver run up your spine, a small bruise on the lower part of your back proving how menacing she can be.
You had every right to be afriad of her, yet, you found yourself feeling bad for her, you found you were also blaming yourself.
Your eyes widened as she reached across the table, caressing your cheek with her icy, abusive hand.
You flinched out of instinct, letting a sigh leave her mouth. Unlime Yuri, she didn't care how long it took for you to share her compassion, she didn't care how many times you flinched or cried or screamed at her.
She was rather gentle with you, only leaving one tragedy on you, one that made you act as rigid as you did around her. she found that harming you was not the way to win your affection, so she stopped her abuse and resorted to manipulation instead.
She reminded you everyday.
"If it were not for you, Yuri and Natsuki might not have hated eachother before death"
Or
"SAYORI hung herself because you selfishly confessed to her, knowing her depressive feelings."
You almost couldn't handle it everytime she spewed the truthful words, them burning your skin and sinking deep into your flesh, leaving an intoxicating thought to swallow you whole.
Was it your fault?
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Sorry! This is just a drabble.
