𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 (𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥). | 𝙎. 𝙂𝙤𝙟𝙤

5. meaning

Hii everyone :) sorry for the long hiatus, I kinda lost the motivation to write, but then I saw feral Gojo animated and all of my motivation came back immediately Hope you enjoy!!

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I hear someone calling my name, urgency laced into each syllable, and it awakens my soul.

A hand squeezes my shoulder so tightly it startles me awake, eyes flickering open.

My vision is blurry, but I could make out the frame of Satoru's shoulders, and those eyes that I always thought were beautiful are dilated in panic. I groan through my teeth. There's a pressure on my abdomen. Satoru's shaky hand as he staunches the blood leaking from my body at an unsettling speed.

He calls someone over his shoulder. Shoko enters my field of vision. There's uncharacteristic perturbation all over her face once she looks at my abdomen. Hopelessness. The kind of look a doctor gives to a patient right before the line on the heart monitor goes flat. A sharp pain lances through my abdomen, and my breath catches. Satoru's eyes narrow at the noise as he glances down at my pained face.

Shoko's voice, "-be fine-"

"Then hurry the fuck up." Satoru bites out testily. Teeth bared and bloody, he looks wild. Shoko asks me something, shaking me up, but I can't make out a word she says as the sudden dizziness from the blood loss envelops me. I try to blink myself awake, eyes straining to capture the last image of Satoru's face to take with me.

I thought you died. I was so scared that you died...

My attention is snatched away by the blood rushing thought my ears, dots filling my vision. Shoko yells something out, and I can't understand a thing. I don't think I have much time before I'm out again. Struggling to regulate my own breathing, panic seizes me, useless body frozen, paralyzed, my legs are numb.

I can feel Satoru's hands on my face; covered in my blood and trembling with fear as he calls out my name. My eyes flash towards him as he hovers above me, yelling something, and there's an aching feeling in my chest mixed with quiet relief.

I'm so glad you didn't die...

Tiny pinpricks of the darkness crowd in the corners of my eyes, until the darkness finally takes over, and the last thing I see is a faint scar right above Satoru's bloodied eyebrow.

In the language of flowers, a white lily represents "purity" and "innocence", and a black lily represents a "curse".

Or so I've been told...

"Stay with me."

"Don't leave my side."

"I'm so alone in this world without you..."

I won't.

I promise.

Liar.

Once my eyes open again, I know that I'm not dead, because the pain that pulsates through my body is a sure sign that I'm still alive.

I try to move my fingers, to check do I still have any, before I slowly raise on my elbows. I push myself into a sitting position weakly, holding onto the ground until the room settles in focus. My head aches. My whole body aches. There are bandages wrapped around my torso, drenched in blood, but at least the bleeding stopped, or so it seems.

"You're finally awake."

My head whips in the direction of the familiar flat voice, only to see Shoko waving at me with a neutral face.