•Arima Kishou•

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Illusion

After your husbands death it wasn't really a surprise that you fell into a dark place. You love him more than you love yourself.

When Hirako came to your door to tell you the news, the last thing you remembered was screaming and crying, anything after that was fuzzy for you.

It's now a month later after his death and you're sat on the couch, reading a book that he was deeply interested in. You finally understand why him and that Sasaki guy always talked about it when they had the chance.

A few minutes pass and you fall asleep, book still in hand.

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"(Y/N), (Y/N).."

You realise that you've been staring at the wall, and you wake up from whatever haze you were in. "Yes?" You look around the room trying to find where the source of the sound is coming from. You finally feel soft hands on your chin, moving it slightly so that you're facing forward.

You look up to see Arima staring down at you with a smile. "Hello, (Y/N)."

You look at him in pure confusion, but you put those feelings aside and immediately wrap your arms around your husband and finally feel his skin after so long. "I... I'm so lonely without you," you silently cried.

He pulled away to use the pad of his thumb to wipe the tears that are slowly rolling from out your eyes. He moved his hands away and put them behind his back.

"You did this."

You looked at him with a tilted head. "I what?"

He chuckled darkly and brought his hands back out to grab your own and wrap them around his neck tightly. "You don't deserve me, filthy murderer."

Everything around the two of you turned black and eventually your hands started to squeeze tighter around his neck. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't pry your shaking hands away. "K-Kishou what's going on?"

He gave you one last look before his image started to fade away. "Accept it..."

"...You are all alone."

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