He was your soulmate all along.
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Gojo was never the kind of guy you thought you'd end up with. He was never your type.
Nonetheless, you loved him dearly. On an awful day, you caught him under the sheets with another woman. He left you with a...
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"She could've been mine"
"Why couldn't I make her mine?"
The man contemplated deeply, as he nimbly ran his slender fingers through his scalp, collecting every strand and tying his long black luscious hair up into a man-bun.
The cold wind which blew harshly against him in fury couldn't tremble him. It couldn't elicit any emotion from him. For he had already grown accustomed to the extremities.
He stood there next to the window sill, his eyes purple eyes stained with melancholy.
Suguru Geto valued his friendship with Satoru Gojo. Suguru relied on Satoru, and Satoru on Suguru.
Their friendship was built on affection and all the past experiences which they shared; good and bad.
And loyalty.
The bond they shared was more of an invaluable treasure which they had entrusted with each other.
But when the curse consumer laid his eyes upon her on that one fateful day, his heart beat a little faster.
His pulse quickened.
Suguru fell hard. So hard that he doubted if he could ever vanquish those feelings which he harbored for her. That he could ever pick himself back up and walk away from her.
He didn't know how those inexplicable feelings took form.
The thought of hopelessly, maniacally chasing her love, has passed through his mind a thousand times. He had already woven a silver tapestry called life with her.
Every moment shared with her felt like an unknown hymn; a beautiful melody anew to his senses which enthralled his psyche, made him waltz to her soul's rhythm.
She became his path to salvation.
Every glance she spared towards him was like a shower of blessings from heavens above.
She became his religion.
However, Suguru had to let his blessings slip through his fingers, for he saw the deluge of endearment and devotion which swelled and crashed like a wave in Satoru's ocean blue eyes.
For her.
Geto Suguru wasn't reluctant to sacrifice his own happiness for his best friend. For him, keeping the light in Satoru's eyes ignited forever mattered more than anything in this world.
So he let go of his religion, and allowed himself to wander around like a purposeless corpse.
He lost his faith in everything.
The gentle wind was not the dead leaves' to waltz with.
