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Akutagawa

Days pass. Weeks. Months. Years. No matter how long the time, I can still picture the look on her face as she turned and walked out of my life.

Maybe that was my fate. My karma for falling for someone as broken as I was.

But things change. And people change. And we aren't the same people we were before.

Her so called 'mentor' Dazai Osamu, was now working at the Armed Detective Agency. The irony in that.

I remember what she said to me that day. That she'd come back when I passed her in height. It was probably a lie, a cruel joke.

But I still watched myself grow. 172 cm I was now. I wondered how tall she was. I'm older than her by two years, but she was larger as a kid. Pretty sad really.

I remember when she was still here, she'd tease the older men. They would never take a blind young girl seriously. Oh how they should've taken the reality check.

I used to egg her on. To encourage her to bully the other members. It was our favorite passtime when we weren't training our abilities.

Abilities. More like burdens.

I was never physically able to even touch either Yoko or Dazai with my Rashoumon. Dazai would always nullify it. But Yoko could sense its every move. She dodged it effortlessly, like it was second nature.

I remember the victorious expression whenever we finished. She used to poke fun and say I was weak.

But that's not true.

The weak will die. Die, and make way for others. That's what I've always told myself.

Yoko isn't weak, therefore she isn't dead. She dropped off every radar. She cannot be found. She's practically nonexistent.

But she isn't weak. She's not dead.

Even if she is, there's enough memory of her living inside of me, enough to bring her back to life.