•MAROON• .RIN ITOSHI.

|Chapter Nine|

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon

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"You mean you never loved me?" I heard her cracked voice. My steps halted, leaning against the wall of the washroom, eavesdropping the conversation.

I know it's wrong, but if it's Y/n, I want to. "Of course I never did. You're nice, Y/n but you're a bit..... pushover." The male I hate the most spoke it nonchalantly.

My blood boiled. He is so lucky to be with her, instead of cherishing her, he was breaking her heart?

My jaw clenched, wanting to split him in two halves.

"I-i am a pushover? Jason, I never thought you'll say something like that about me?!" Her voice was getting weaker with every word. She was trying so hard not to cry.

I leaned in, to see. Her tears on the verge of spilling out of her glossy eyes. But the control she took not letting them shred.

That's right, honey. He doesn't deserve your tears.

"Stop crying, now. I don't have time for this all shits." He walked to the door, and did saw me. My eyes digging holes in him. I wanted him to me, so that I don't forget that face and don't mistake punishing.

I can't take it anymore. I am not going to ever forgive this bastard for making my Y/n cry. You're going to pay for it. then I heard another footsteps, ascending towards the door.

I hid inside the toilet stall, not wanting to her to see me.

The next day, the guy was found in hospital. With no limbs working. One eye gouged out and sliced tongue. No one had any idea who can be such miserable and brutal.

Well, indeed. Me.

However, I saw Y/n kinda sad still. So, to lighten up her mood I bought her favorite flowers: white lilies, freshly from my garden putting in her locker, before anyone can see me.

When she came to school, I waited anticipated, to see her reaction, and it was worth waiting. Her beautiful features decorated with her precious smile. Her eyes glistened with joy as she sniffed the flowers, hugging them closer to her chest.

I wished I were the flowers. Her happiness is everything for me. To see that smile again, I'll do anything.

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"He killed our mom, Y/n. What are you waiting for now?!"

"But I love him, Julia."

My eyes snapped open, sweating immensely. I was breathing so unevenly. The vision was blurrier then before. My head still hurts, trying to adjust the vision. I tried to sit straight, struggling with the throbbing pain. Which was killing me.

Just now, I felt my life crossing in front of my eyes. Everything felt so surreal. It never feels like I use to live a normal life. Just thinking about the incidents, bring so much pain inside my chest.

My hand moved, caressing my bandaged head. The blur visions from yesterday wrapped my brain. The feeling of the cold water, over my wound gave me shivers down my spine, with the stinging pain, while binding the cotton over my injury.

It was around my head, through my hair, neatly bandaged. I relaxed my face, because slightest frown or crease causes a rush of pain across my body.