The white room was a stark contrast to the darkness that had consumed me.
A soft, sterile bed cradled my aching body, but the pain was a relentless tide, washing over me in waves. My vision was a hazy blur, the world a muted canvas of grays and whites.
The rhythmic beep of a monitor, a steady, mechanical pulse, was the only sound that pierced the silence.
Did I escape? The thought, a fragile hope, flickered in my mind. Was I in a hospital? The word, a haven, a sanctuary, felt foreign on my tongue.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway, approaching my room. A wave of nausea washed over me, the world tilting on its axis.
The memories, fragmented and brutal, flooded back, a torrent of images and sounds. The key, the scream, the blood, the desperate flight.
Panic, a cold, constricting grip, tightened around my heart. I didn't know what I had done, what I was capable of.
But the last image, the one that clung to my consciousness like a shard of glass, was the flash of steel, the cold weight of a knife in my hand, and the sickening thud as it connected with Genya's face.
How did a knife...? The question, unanswered, hung in the air, a silent accusation.
Then, darkness swallowed me whole, the last vestiges of my vision fading into a void.
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"Sweetie, please, can you open the door for Mom?" A girl's voice, sweet and innocent, drifted through the wood. It was Mom. The sound of her voice, usually a source of comfort, now felt like a weight pressing down on me.
I had locked the door to my room, a flimsy barrier against the chaos swirling inside me. I didn't want to open it. I felt suffocated, trapped in a cage of my own making.
Something terrible, something I couldn't even begin to comprehend, felt like it was waiting on the other side.
"Ne-nemi? Please... open the door, please?" Genya's voice, a whisper of concern, pierced through the haze of my fear.
My eyes widened in disbelief. Why was he here? He should have avoided his brother, the one who had left a jagged scar across his face.
"Please... Ne-nemi," he pleaded again, his voice laced with a tremor of desperation.
I couldn't bear the thought of hurting him, of adding to the pain he already carried. With a trembling hand, I unlatched the door.
Genya's face, a beacon of warmth in the dim light, lit up as I opened the door. He stepped inside, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm raging within me. He stopped just inside the doorway, his eyes searching mine.
"Scar... I'm... sorry, Genya," I choked out, tears welling up in my eyes.
"What for? We have matching scars... It's cool"
He trailed off, a chuckle escaping his lips. He pulled me into a hug, his arms strong and reassuring. I clung to him, burying my face in his shoulder, letting the tears flow freely. "It's all fine, Ne-nemi. He's gone."
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The rain hammered against the windowpanes, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the glass. A deafening crack of thunder split the sky, sending a shiver down my spine. I clutched my blanket tighter, fear tightening its grip on my chest. The memory of that day, the day the storm had mirrored my own turmoil, flooded back, vivid and raw.
Sleep was impossible. I tossed and turned, the storm's fury mirroring the turmoil in my heart. Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore. With a shaky breath, I pushed open Genya's door.
"Genya... can... can we sleep together?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He looked up, his eyes filled with understanding. "Nemi, of course," he said, pulling me into a warm embrace. His arms wrapped around me, a safe haven against the storm raging outside and the storm raging within.
"Let's sleep, Nemi," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to my troubled soul.
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Years went by, and I grew up. It wasn't easy. I carried a lot of baggage, a mix of good and bad experiences. I struggled with some things, but I was okay, mostly.
Then I met Obanai and Masachika. They were the first real friends I made after going back to school. We were all a bit different, and we got bullied sometimes because of it. But we had each other's backs. One day, I finally snapped. I stood up to a bully, and it felt amazing.
"Call your parents, Shinazugawa," he shouted, but I didn't back down.
My dad came to school, and I thought he was going to yell at me. But he just looked disappointed.
"That's such an embarrassment, Sanemi. I fear I can't trust you to hold the company..." He said, and then walked away.
I felt a strange mix of emotions. I was upset that he was disappointed, but also relieved that he didn't punish me.
Obanai, Masachika, and I hung out a lot. We got into fights sometimes, but we always made up. Then I met Kanae. She was so kind and beautiful. We became friends, and I started to have feelings for her. She seemed to like me too. But things didn't work out.
Life can be tough. I still have some scars from my past, but I'm learning to deal with them.
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{DROPPED}An Arranged Marriage//(GIYUSANE)
Fanfiction⥤⥤♥︎⥢⥢ Sanemi and Giyuu have been arranged to marry. ⥤⥤♥︎⥢⥢ CHARACTER NOT MINE!!! COVER PHOTO NOT MINE!!
