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44

The winter air bites at your skin as you ran through the battlefield, your heart pounding in your chest.

Kota took you and he stayed from a distance.

The world around you was a blur, the sounds of distant fighting muffled as your focus narrowed on the figure lying ahead.

Dropping to your knees beside him, your hands frantically search for a way to stop the bleeding, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps.

You were shaking, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts, all of them spiraling out of control.

You knew you couldn't stop the bleeding, you cradled his upper body, tears streaming down your face. Panic overtakes you, and your voice shakes with desperation.

"Satoru! No, no, no! How do I fix this? Tell me! I'll take you to Shoko—she can heal you, she has to! Just hold on!" The desperation in your voice was clear.

Despite the unbearable pain, he managed a weak smile, his hand reached up to brush a tear from your cheek.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared into his eyes, seeing the light in them dimming. You shook your head, refusing to accept what's happening.

"Please don't leave me... please..." you begged.

"I'm so sorry! I should've tried harder to stop you...!"

Gojo struggled to keep his eyes open, his voice barely above a whisper now. But there's no bitterness, only love in his gaze as he looks at you.

"You have nothing to be sorry for... I'm the one who's sorry. I should've told you... how much you meant to me... how much I loved you ever since I met you.. All I did was bring you pain even till today."

"Satoru... don't do this. Please... don't..."

His voice faltering, but his gaze steady on yours. You pressed your forehead against his.

You had to.

"I'm.. pregnant, Satoru." You whispered.

Gojo's eyes widened, a flicker of life returning to him as he processed your words. A weak smile formed on his face.

"Hey... look at me...."

"I wish I can see you... with that big belly we spoke about.." you let out a small laugh that you didn't even mean, to how he could even joke in this situation.

"You're going to be a good mom, crooked bangs..." He barely managed to say with any energy.

"I'll try my best.."

"You're going to be okay. It's going to be okay, crooked bangs. I promise." His voice was soft, filled with a heartbreaking gentleness.

Your heart shattered

With his last ounce of strength, he whispered..

"I love you."

You held him tighter, as if you could keep him there by sheer will alone. But as his eyes close, his body growing still, snow starting to fall, the realization hits you like a tidal wave.

He's gone.

The world around you fading away as you were left alone with the man you loved and lost.

And there, in the silent, cold winter, you held him close, your sobs the only sound in this empty, cursed world.

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The sterile scent of the infirmary clung to you like a suffocating blanket as you sat slumped in the corner, your back pressed against the cold wall.

The love of your life, Satoru Gojo, lay dead—sliced in half, his blood staining your hands, now dried and cracked. The room buzzed faintly with movement, but you were deaf to it, your mind drowning in a loop of horror.

The moment Gojo fell replayed endlessly, like a curse you couldn't escape. His last breath. The flash of his eyes. His blood soaking into your skin. You stared blankly at your hands, your vision blurring as fresh tears traced the paths of those before.

Shoko knelt beside you, her voice soft, pleading, but you heard none of it. It was as if a great wall had sealed you inside your own head, cutting you off from the world. You didn't even blink when Shoko's hand touched your shoulder, a faint echo of warmth that should have grounded you but didn't.

All you could hear was the sickening sound of Gojo's body being torn apart, and his voice. The way his eyes had closed one final time. You bit your lip, the metallic taste of blood grounding you only for a fleeting second before the weight of grief consumed you again.

Yuta stood by the doorway, his expression heavy with guilt and sorrow. His task was clear, and it sickened him. He would need to swap bodies with Gojo, give life to the shell that once held the strongest sorcerer.

But for you, it would be a cruel echo of the man you had loved.

As he stepped closer, Shoko gave him a silent glance, her eyes asking him to wait, to give you more time. But time was running out.

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As time passed.

You didn't notice when Yuta approached, didn't see the shadow of two legs fall beneath your downcast eyes. You were still trapped in that awful memory, Gojo's blood still under your fingernails, his touch forever lost to you.

But something shifted. You blinked through your tears, and for a moment—just a moment—you dared to look up. Your eyes, swollen and exhausted, met a pair of familiar ones. There he stood... tall, unmistakably Satoru Gojo.

Your heart lurched.

"Sat—" you stopped yourself

This wasn't your Satoru. The warmth in his eyes was absent, his smile a mere ghost. This was Yuta in Gojo's body, and the realization shattered the little remaining you had.

A sob tore from your chest, raw and uncontrollable. You bit your lip until it bled, trying to swallow the pain, but it overflowed.

Your shoulders shook, and you lowered your head, unable to look at the face that wasn't truly him.

"Go," Shoko whispered, barely audible, mouthing the words when Yuta hesitated.

"Just go."

Yuta's face twisted with regret as he turned and left the room, the weight of what he was about to do hanging over them all.

You stayed motionless, the tears still flowing, your entire body aching with the exhaustion of love lost.

Satoru was gone, and nothing—not even seeing him stand before you, alive but not—could bring him back.

The silence between you and Shoko was thick with unspoken grief, and in that silence, you were truly, utterly alone.