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A/N: Heyy I'm back!  I haven't updated this book in forever, which is kinda expected - I feel kinda bad about it since I fell out of Oumeno then back into Oumeno and right now I don't know my feelings on the ship still- but hey this is one of the first things I was ever passionate about when writing, so might as well go through with it. I'm gonna try and max out the story, and then I'll stop and probably make another one-shot book so yay. Anyways- enjoy this angsty, yandere type garbage.

It was cold out. Cold, in a dark and bitter way. Thinking about her situation now left a bad taste on her tounge, and she wanted to hole up and hide herself from the world.

What a fool she was, how could she fall prey to such trickery?! She should've known from the getgo that he was a bad person to hang around. But for some reason, she stuck around, and now look at her! Curled up, crying and breaking down in the middle of the night, her stuffed animals blankly staring at her.

She felt so betrayed- how could he? She.. she saved him from his own despair, damn it! She deserved better then this!

In a burst of rage she grabbed the lifeless stuffed animals and threw them across the room. They landed with a thud, leaving Himiko weeping on her bed.

The echo's of her cry bounced off the walls of her room, and hearing herself cry so pitifully made her want to throw up. It was pathetic.

She was so stupid to fall in love with a liar like Ouma. He used her for his benefit and now she's been left to rot. After all these years, she really meant nothing to him?

She wanted nothing more to slap him in his face. To wrench out his heart and cut it into a million tiny pieces, just like how he broke her heart when he left her there to die.

That night she almost got frostbite. He left her out in the cold, alone, why? He never told her why. It's a wonder she was able to hitch a ride back to the city.

Why didn't he tell her why? He told her he'd been "merciful" with her, but she has almost died out there!

She would've died, alone, forgotten, rotting away in the middle of nowhere all because she had fallen in love with a selfish, backstabbing liar!

She had had enough. It's been days since the eventful night, and she had had enough. She walked weightlessly down her hallway, then down her stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a long knife with a blade so sharp it could cut through life itself.

She wasn't done with him yet, oh no.  This was just the beginning. She could never forgive him. If he wanted her to die, she'll die, but not before she drags him with her.