𝑨𝒚𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓.
Once, Sukuna was her closest friend, her ally in a world filled with darkness and cursed spirits. But as his strength grows, so does the distance betw...
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𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝒀𝑰𝑵𝑮.
She could feel it in the slow, syrupy pulse of her blood, leaking warmth into the cold earth. Every breath came shallow, shaky - each one an effort, each one a fight she knew she couldn't win. Not this time. Not now.
The ground beneath her cheek was wet, slick with the rain that hadn't stopped falling since the battle began. Her vision blurred, everything a mess of colours and shadows, but one figure stood clear.
Him.
She couldn't see his face, but she knew the shape of him, the way his cursed energy twisted and thickened the air around her, suffocating and sharp. It was nothing like the warmth she used to feel when he stood near. The cold now - it was absolute, like the winter had settled in his bones, and everything he touched turned to frost.
Aya tried to lift her head, but it felt like moving through water. Her body was a wreck, pain seeping through her veins with every ragged inhale. But she couldn't stop looking at him. Even now, she couldn't tear her eyes away.
Because it was him.
The man she had known before the markings, before the hunger for power swallowed him whole. Sukuna. The name, once spoken with such casual affection, now tasted like ash on her tongue. She wanted to scream at him, to make him see her, really see her, but all she could manage was a shallow breath.
She was too far gone for anger now. Too close to the edge for hope.
Aya blinked, and the world flickered - dark and light, between now and then.
Then was easier to face, easier to remember. The way they stood side by side, not like this. Not with the distance of power and blood between them. There had been battles before, of course. There had always been battles, but never like this, never with her on the ground and him so far away. Never with her watching him disappear into something else.
Something monstrous.
Her fingers twitched, numb from the cold and the pain, but she tried to move, to reach for him. Her body screamed in protest, muscles torn and nerves burning, but she didn't care. She had to get closer. Had to try one last time.
Her hand stretched forward, barely lifting from the ground, bloodied fingers scraping the dirt.
"S-Su-Sukuna," she rasped, her voice more breath than sound, but the name lingered on her lips like a curse.
