It has been atleast... Another season, a month or so since i have... Grieved...over...mother...
Mom...mommy...mama....
Why did you leave me...
Why did leave you goddamn it!?
I cried, rolled up into a ball in the corner of my bedroom, crying.
I hated this.
I can't get over shit...
Who's gonna make my bento boxes now...
Who's gonna take care of me...
Who's going to be-
Who's going to be the one that'll truly love me...
I cried, pearly tears gathering inside my eyes.
Fuck, i'm crying again.
I hate myself, why didn't i save her sooner!?
I'm such an idiot... I should just die and kill myself,
I'm fucking useless...
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I heard hard, gut-wrenching sobs from my sons bedroom...
My poor son, i'm sorry...
I'm so sorry...
I shouldn't have done that.
I'm sorry... My dear son.
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"I'm still coming back to you~ 🎶"
A music box had played out loud in the background while i work on a couple essay for my final year...
I then heard a knock echo throughout my dorm... House? Everything belonged to me anyways.
It echoed...bouncing off the walls aswell as walking right inside my office.
Who could be here at this particular hour, and not using the fucking doorbell!?!
I sighed, getting off my seat that survived off of mini wheels, walking towards my music box.
"she was serpentine when i-" the voice from the music device slurred off, leaving a glitchy sound afterwards, it sounded like an expensive problem.
It's fine, i'm a fucking genius, I can do it for myself, for free.
I walked a few more steps, the light of the outside blinded me, i must've spent way too much time in tha damn lab, but my family enjoys the fruits of my labour...afterall i'm a motherfucking genius running both japan and britain currently, i replaced fucking einstein, i'm better then that old faggot anyway.
I sighed, cleaning up my appearance to look better for the guest('s), making my long white science-y unnecessary coat look less wrinkled, tying my hair up and putting my glasses up.
Another ringing came along,
"Fucking hell can you be more paitient!? A genshin impact fan waiting for their stupid storage filling game to load is more paitent."
I mumbled to myself, I wasn't that mean... Not infront of someone by my doorstep, that is.
I checked the tiny glass covered peek through my front door, ahhh... It's him.
Let me wear a little accessory before i answer the door.
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'Change What Is To Come.'
Misteri / ThrillerSometimes saiki isn't real. "Hmm, slice-of-life with a somewhat psychological thriller undertone, and mystery" - helper of the story