⸻ ( Gojo Satoru )
With heaven in his eyes and the taste of immortal divinity on his lips, she loves him with such ardour that the stars weep bitterly into the sea.
( jujutsu kaisen ) • 2023
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( 2006 )
In the August of two thousand and six, the eternal summer of their youth ends. Sayuri can see the sea with perfect clarity. The feeling of the salted breeze against her skin, the scent of prismatic hydrangeas in full bloom. She can still taste the spicy tonkotsu broth they shared, the dazzling sun above clear blue waters. The sound of his laugh filling the empty sky and her hand reaching for his across the sparkling white sands. A promise made and broken in a single breath, weeping constellations flooding the night.
( Okinawa, she would whisper into the silence as her heart bleeds onto the tatami mats. The taste of plum liquor on her lips, fragmented memories flung all around her. The moment her heart soared and plunged into the swelling waves. Okinawa, she grasps at her chest as tears leak down her cheeks. Ragged breaths escaping her asphyxiated lungs, hands clenching around the fabric of her kimono. They had been such fools, lulled by siren songs and azure blue dreams. )
When she closes her eyes, she can see him under the silver moon as he singlehandedly ignites every star in the god-made heavens. How he carves a constellation of grief and rapture onto every inch of her skin, his touch that causes her to bloom like night cereus before dying as the morning sun rises. Drowning in his lips, burning in his embrace. She aches for a future that she knows they can never have.
To meet him at Sugawara Shrine, to see him in a five-layered kimono under the sacred rope. Nuptial cups filled with sake, san san kudo and sakaki twigs offered to their ancestors. What she would give to see it come true.
But when she opens her eyes, all she can see is his shattered body and blood-soaked hair in her arms. The taste of despair on her tongue as the world spirals into the abyss of the sky. Something inside her breaks into a million pieces, disintegrating to dust and taken away by the heedless wind. Even with all the blessings at her fingertips, she can not undo death when all the breath is stolen from his lungs. She would have given him every single one of hers if she could.
