Is love a curse - Sukunaxreader / Gojoxreader

The Memory That Bound Us

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POV (F/N)

A blood-curdling scream ripped through my throat, reverberating off the walls of the cramped closet. As my eyes shot open, the dim light invaded my vision and brought the chilling reality of my surroundings back into focus. My hands rush toward my throat, clasping over the sensitive tissue that feels almost numb, the scream having left behind a burning and sore sensation.

"Ryomen." the name fell from my mouth, dripping in shock. The gravity of what happened rushed in and enveloped me. He had tried to; Ryomen Sukuna had tried to kill me. A gasp of realization was the last noise that slipped past my lips as I tried to process. The thought that followed hit like a lightning bolt to the heart. A frantic beating like I was having a heart attack, and it couldn't have come at a worse time.

There was no damage done, no actual harm. Yet the memory made it feel real, too real, and that frightened me. The thick book with its worn leather cover rested gently on my lap as I sat cross-legged in the closet. The images still played behind my eyes in an endless loop. It seemed I'd never forget it, and now, in some sick, twisted way, I felt closer to Ryomen if such a thing was possible. My frantic heartbeat was loud and echoed through the confined space in my chest.

As the book fell shut and snapped closed on my lap, I was abruptly jolted back to reality, feeling as though I was glued to the spot. The closet room was filled with my heavy breathing, each exhalation seemingly resonating through the confined space, creating an eerie echo reverberating off the walls and adding to the room's unsettling stillness.

Sitting there, I could feel my trembling hands inching closer to the object resting peacefully on my lap. The anticipation and fear of what would happen kept me from wanting to touch it. I had done my best not to think of Ryomen's name. As though doing so would conjure him, bring forth the unwanted images, drag me back into the book, and force another round of insanity on me.

The notion of a simple mention summoning him was so absurd it sounded stupid, but who was I kidding? Over the past weeks, I'd learned that things about the world shouldn't be taken for granted, nor should the unbelievable be written off simply because of the unknown. To me, it no longer mattered what was real and not; the only thing that was certain now was the throbbing pain in the middle of my throat and the buzzing of the electrical energy permeating the closet.

As my fingertips grazed the surface of the book, poised to push it away, an intense, burning sensation shot up my wrist like a fiery wave, causing me to wince in pain. A small black thread-like vein popped from my skin. My eyes bulged, and my hands snapped away, recoiling quickly at the foreign feeling of heat rising in my veins and the fire coursing through my blood. It's an alien sensation. My fingers burned in a fiery heat.

The sparse hairs on my forearms stand on end as if each one is reaching for the sky. I become acutely aware of the sheen of sweat that has gathered on my skin, glistening in the dim light. With every labored breath, I can feel the tension in my muscles, like tightly wound springs ready to snap. A low, pained groan escapes my lips, reverberating through the air. It's a sensation I've felt before, a surge of energy coursing through my nerves like an electric shock, heightening my senses to an almost unbearable level. With a sudden yelp, my arm instinctively jerks back, desperately trying to shield me from further harm. And then, everything went blank.