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thirteen

sorry
Today at 1:32 PM
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Shuichi practically threw himself onto his bed. Everything flooded his mind, the killing game, the executions, the dead bodies. He didn't even have tears left to cry. Himiko was still mourning the death of Tenko, and Maki was doing to same with Kaito.
Shuichi probably didn't mourn Oma in the best way. He just couldn't accept the reality of his death. He didn't want it to be reality. He didn't want new friends. He just wanted to see them again.
But he couldn't just leave. That's just too much for Maki and Himiko. He couldn't give up no matter what happened. For Kaede, for Rantaro. For Kokichi.

god he hated tsumugi.

He grabbed his pillow and smashed it into his face. It was still damp with tears from all the deaths he couldn't get over.
Would he get over them? It's not like he wanted too.
After a while of just sitting there he got up and walked around the small apartment he was given for 'winning' the killing game.
Shuichi went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up, making him look at least decent. He grabbed his keys, locked the doors behind him, and hopped into his car.
He drove into a small shopping center where he visited a flower shop.
Shuichi looked around for a bit when his eyes settled on a bundle of violet flowers of all variations. He smiled remembering Oma's wild hair, and bright eyes. He bought the flowers and quickly left the shop, heading back to his car.

The drive was not too long but still a decent distance away. Shuichi parked his car and got out, flowers in hand.
He made his way to the cemetery. The bodies of all his friends laid here. He was hesitant at first but soon opened the gate.

He passed Rantaro and Kaede, Kirumi and Ryoma. Bittersweet memories flooded his mind. Tenko and Angie, Korekiyo and Miu. The traumatic memories crossed by only to be shoved out by himself just trying to forget.
Gonta, Kaito, Kiibo.

His eyes rested upon one particular grave stone. Kokichi's. It was in the back slightly farther from everyone else's. Shuichi could only guess this was because he had been the closest to ending the killing game. He half smiled at Kokichi's grave as he placed the flowers down and just sat across from it.
Shuichi almost felt his memories of the poor boy slipping away as he desperately tried to stop them. He didn't want to forget his smile or his laugh. The body language he used to indicate he was telling the truth. The idiotic lies he came up with, and the inevitable pranks he pulled on everyone.

He missed him so much

So god damn much

What would he do to see him again?

no.

He couldn't leave Maki and Himiko.

They needed him.

Shuichi smiled as he felt tears run down his face, "i-I'm sorry.." he choked out. "If you could just wait a little longer,"

Shuichi got caught up in words he wanted to tell Oma.

"I love you." he smiled through tears, "wait for me, will you?"