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ACT III: THE TRUTH IS...
The world was so beautiful. That was, until her first boyfriend became cursed, a living creature force fed down his throat, his virtuous features dulled by the thick cast of death over his skin.
How had it been so long. So long that she had forgotten what the colors of the wind felt like, what winter used to simulate—the biting pinch of her cheeks.
A mysteriously mesmerizing stream of budding life; it had somehow sourced from somewhere she hadn't longed for it to, and even if she didn't ask for it she was glad. She was always glad it ended up that way.
It's no wonder why her heart sank to the pit of her stomach, watching as her fiancé led the way into the Kyoto's school office building.
The long dimmed hallway seemed to stare back at her, neutral and unsympathetic in its wooden baseboards and lengthly cream wall scriptures with contrasting calligraphy. It could only make her wonder, if this stream of goodness about to fade from her once more.
(Y/n) smoothed a hand over Satoru's shoulder, his large hands clinging to her waist as they stood in the hallway of the office building. "Are you going to be okay, standing out here by yourself?"
(Y/n) nodded, sucking in a nervous breath. "I'll be fine. Are you nervous?"
Satoru chuckled, "Hardly. Did you forget who I am?"
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, sucked her teeth, and tapped on his chest, "Yes, you're my big strong man."
