Makomos POV:
I had been here for a few years, ever since I'd been killed by the hand demon I've stayed at the rock.
It was pretty lonely for a while until one day someone else came.
I had been sitting on the rock making flower crowns until I noticed something, someone.
it was a peach colored hair boy with midnight purple eyes.
The thing was I had never seen him before.
Did he die at final selection? Or was he somehow here some way else?
I had so many questions on my mind I could not think straight.
But the biggest question on my mind was should I talk to him?
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in the after life ||sabito x makomo||
Fantasythis story is just something that I've been thinking about It's mostly makomo angst