𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐘 ━━ 𝗞𝗡𝗬

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CHAPTER 05

❝ EVEN IF IT TAKES ALL NIGHT OR A HUNDRED YEARS ❞

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GYOKKO KNELT IN front of me as more tears fell from my eyes. I couldn't say anything and only watched as one of his hands came to my face, resting against my cheek and caressing my skin. His touch made my skin tingle with heat and I leaned closer, shifting in my seat to hold his hand with both of my own.

"I can't help it, Gyokko." My voice cracked, and so did my heart. "Do you really expect me not to cry when you know how much I love Muzan and how much I've deluded myself for eight god damn years?"

It was quiet for a while as Gyokko only held my face, his dark eyes gazing into my soul.

"It hurts seeing you like this," he whispered. Gyokko moved closer to me and placed his other hand on the other side of my cheek, wiping my tears with his unreadable expression. "It hurts to know that the man I love the most is being treated like shit."

I couldn't stop myself from gasping at his words. "Gyokko, please—"

"Don't." His voice was stern yet still held the same gentle tone as he always does. "I know you've known for a while. But know that I'm not doing this so you end up with me instead. I'm doing this because. . . because you don't deserve to get hurt over and over again."

His hands continued to caress my skin, the longing in his eyes making me gulp and look away. "I can only love you in silence."

"So please use that silence and fill it with your voice. Tell me all of your suffering. Tell me how much you're hurting. Tell me, and I'll do everything and anything I can to make you feel better."

After some time, I finally looked back at Gyokko, seeing him still gazing at me. His patience, his kindness, his gentleness. . . those were just some of the things I've liked about him. And all of the things Muzan failed to give me.

"Did I ever amount to anything to Muzan?" I asked, though I wasn't hoping for any answer. It was purely for me to think about until I grow tired and let my heart cry out once more.

But Gyokko responded, his smile the only thing capturing me in that moment. "I don't know, but you could compile a million stars and it still wouldn't be enough if it were to be compared to how much you mean to me."

I laughed, finding what he had said silly, yet there was a lingering feeling inside of me that felt good whenever Gyokko would express such thing for me.

It felt good to be noticed like this. To be appreciated and loved without asking for it. To be seen and heard without doing anything.

"I really do love you, [M.Name]. I mean it with my whole heart. If you don't believe me then I could easily take my heart out for you, and you'd witness how it bleeds out for you." Gyokko's words were gore-ish yet. . . romantic. It felt true even if it held all the violence of the world.

Suddenly, Gyokko stood up, forcing me to stand up with him. Then, to my surprise, he easily lifted me up and began exiting the library, all while leaving my phone behind.

"My phone—" I tried to move out of his arms but he was stronger than I ever was, holding me in place while continuing to descend the stairs and down to the main hall.

"You won't be needing your phone while you're at my place." He smiled, and I gawked at him. "But what if Muzan calls? Or Kokushibo? Douma? Akaza?"

At the mention of my husband's name, he rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. "Then they can just call me."

But even with his excuse, I still tried to find a counterargument. "This feels so wrong."

"He's spending his sweet time with his mistress, so why can't you spend time with me?" Gyokko arched his brow at me, making me sigh and purse my lips. He does have a point, although a shitty one. Still a point.

"I'll make sure to treat you better than Muzan ever can for the past eight years," Gyokko whispered in my ear as we finally left the Kibutsuji mansion.

"I'll give you a night you won't forget."

END OF CHAPTER

A/N : Short chap before I take a shower.