𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃-XXXII 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 finding happiness can unlock the safe kept cell, interlocking her buried heart.
❛Oh,❜
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REALIZATION DAWNED ON HER, like the sun setting with golden hues and fading into darkened moonlight. She had found herself landing in a torturous zone, intoxicating her body into slight tingles of disguist as she realized what she had done.
She had lied.
She has been lying.
[Name] leans against the door to her dormitory bedroom, her head thumping against the wooden ridges as she let out a soft sigh, sinking futher down onto the floor as her hair crinkled up in near waves against her scalp, sliding down until she had met the ground cushioning her bottom.
Letting out a quiet moan of frustration, she cupped her temples, throwing her head into the crevice of her perched up knees, before she hooked her under thigh and snuggled further into the usual warmth she gifted herself.
But, it wasn't warm.
She immediately sensed the stress pressuring up, like a weight against a thin, sensitive, and raw strand of spaghetti. Her head hazy as a jabbing pain coursed through her chest, all she wanted was to be alone for the moment, to sense tranquility.
For [Name] realized she can't have that, she can't be handed a gift basket of enjoyment. It was no longer in her final moments.
Everything present had urked her. Maybe it was the way she struggled to explain to Aizawa the reason for her disappearance. Perhaps it was the way she couldn't place her words, an oddity, but it was reasonable.
Believably, it could be the way even the dense people present in her life had eyes glinting of knowledge and suspicion toward her behavior, though [Name] has forever been silent, it could be that they knew. And she didn't know how or why.
Those she doesn't often times visit, Hitoshi Shinso, Hawks, and Mirko. She felt the way they all shone a glance of softened gaze, but her act wasn't obvious. It never was.
[Name] Aizawa's weak hold against her thighs became loosened further, her trembling palms extending against the floorboard of her dorm, her eyes meeting the widened balcony, its soft whirling wind blowing the interior curtains she had put up.
[Name] pushed against it, her palm slapping the door behind her, her nails digging into the wood as she forced herself up, swaying with a weak build as she caught herself using the wall ahead of her.
She let out a soft breath, the unbearable pain in her chest giving her a delayed response to why she couldn't move. Why she had struggled to stand.
The dimming sun gleamed an ethereal ray against her floorboard, her eyes downturned weakly, her figure resting on the door.
