REMEMBER ME ᝰ s. gojo ✓

hurt

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CHAPTER 9 — HURT
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I REMEMBER the pain I felt when I heard the news. It's a type of pain I would never wish upon my worst enemy to experience. It feels like drowning. It feels like a heavy weight sitting on top of you. Like a hammer slamming nails into your head.

That's the kind of pain I felt, when I heard I lost Riko.

And the pain I felt after hearing that news, was 100 times worse. It felt like my ribcage was being pulled out of my chest. Like someone had put splinters in my heart, pushing them in and out as a form of torture. My head throbbed so hard that it felt like my skull would explode. My throat was closing like someone with burning palms was suffocating me.

That's the pain I felt when I heard...

I lost y/n.

2007

Geto and Shoko sat outside of Jujustu High's mortuary. Shoko was propped up against the wall, spacing out at the ceiling with blank eyes.

Geto was sitting in a chair across from her, leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. His hair draped down, hiding his pale face.

Gojo stood silently near the start of the hallway, staring at them with furrowed brows. Geto and Shoko felt his presence, but only Shoko turned to look at him. "Oh...Satoru..."

Gojo didn't say a word. He just slowly walked towards them, as they were waiting outside of the mortuary's door. As he approached it, the window next to it showed a white sheet draped over a body that was laying on a steel table. His heart pounded so hard in his chest that it made him physically uncomfortable.

"...Sorry...Satoru." Geto whispered, his eyes locked to the floor. "...I'm so sorry."

Gojo gently opened the door and entered the room, closing it behind him. He slowly walked up to the body.

The room was almost silent. The only noise was the air conditioner blowing in the corner of the area, making the space unsettlingly cold. The sheet covered the body in totality, yet Gojo knew what lied underneath.

The situation steadily began to process.

"...I didn't mean it..." He whispered with a quivering voice. "...When I said I didn't need you...You know I need you...So why...why would you leave?...

I asked you to never leave my side. You promised. You promised me..."

Before he knew it, tears escaped his ducts and stained the sheet below him. He bit his bottom lip to hush his cries. "Y/n, look. I'm crying...Wake up and comfort me...Wake up...Please?..."

I remember how much I cried over her body that day. No one knew I sobbed over losing her. It was the most vulnerable I had ever been in my life, and no one was there to witness it.

I remember thinking foolishly that y/n would suddenly sit up and say "Joking!" in order to get me back for all the little pranks I pulled on her.

I remember reaching out to her lifeless hand numerous times, but stopping myself, afraid that if I held it,

I would never let go.

I remember realizing that I really lost her. That she was legitimately gone. And the more that became apparent to me, the more I cried.

The more pain I felt.

The more I felt anger rise in my chest.

The more I felt regret sitting in the back of my throat, forming into a thick ball that was difficult to swallow.

I remember that day...

so clearly.

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