𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 | 𝐒. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✔️

Chapter XXV

How stupid was I? To trust him? To think he'd ever do something without some selfish reason behind it?

He watches me, his lips parted as if he's about to explain, but I don't want to hear it. I can't believe myself for even thinking he'd change. The selfish person I thought he was never changed—it was all a lie, wasn't it?

I shake my head, the lump in my throat growing tighter. "You don't have to pretend anymore, Gojo," I say quietly, my voice trembling but steady enough to cut through the silence. "I get it now."

"Y/n," he starts, taking a step forward, but I step back, holding up a hand to stop him.

"No. Don't. Don't make it worse," I snap, my chest aching as I force the words out. I can feel my heart breaking with every second I stand here. "You—" My voice cracks, and I bite my lip hard, forcing the tears back. "You don't even care, do you?"

He flinches at that, his expression falling, but I don't let it sway me. I can't let him.

"I need just one thing from you," I say, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to keep it steady. My chest feels heavy, and my throat burns with the effort to hold back tears. "Did you do this?"

The silence that follows is unbearable. He doesn't answer right away, and the hesitation in his eyes twists the knife deeper.

Hell, why am I even asking? I know the answer. I heard him all too well.

"Y/n..." he starts, his voice softer now, cautious, but it only makes me angrier.

"Just answer me!" I snap, my voice breaking as the emotions I've been holding back come spilling out. "Did you plan this? Did you—was all of this a game to you?"

He looks at me like I've just punched him, but I don't care. I need to hear him say it. I need him to own up to it.

"It wasn't... it wasn't like that," he says finally, but his words are weak, hollow.

I let out a bitter laugh, the sound foreign even to me. My hands tremble at my sides as I shake my head. "Not like that?" I repeat, my voice thick with disbelief. "Then what the hell was it, Gojo? Tell me, because I'd really love to know what kind of sick reasoning you had to do this to me."

He flinches again, and for a second, I almost think he looks guilty. But I can't let that affect me. I won't.

"I trusted you," I whisper, the words barely audible but carrying the full weight of my shattered heart. "For the first time, I thought—"

I stop myself, biting down hard on my lip to keep it from trembling. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, to stop the tears from falling.

"I thought maybe I was wrong about you," I continue, my voice shaking. "That maybe you weren't just this selfish, arrogant—"

"Stop," he says suddenly, his voice firm but laced with something I can't place. He steps forward, his hand reaching for me.

"Don't," I say harshly, stepping back. "Don't come near me. Don't you dare try to make this okay."

His hand drops to his side, and for the first time, I see something crack in his expression. But it's not enough—not after this.

"You don't care about anyone but yourself," I say, my voice breaking again. "You never did. All of this—everything—you did it for you. You didn't care what it would do to me. You never even thought about it, did you?"

He's silent again, and that silence cuts deeper than any words ever could.

"Of course you didn't," I whisper, my voice hollow. "Because that's who you are, Gojo. You take and you take and you take... and then you just walk away, like nothing ever happened."