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- Chapter Five -

╰┈☆ Chapter Five ☆┈╯

Come back

" ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ.

ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ.

ɪ ᴘᴜʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ.

ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ? ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ. "

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Tw:
Major character death, self harm, suicide, and strong language

After leaving Satori's room to change, Wakatoshi quietly made his way down the hall to the bathroom. The house was familiar, and even though the atmosphere felt different now, heavier somehow, he navigated it with ease. Upon reaching the bathroom, he flicked on the light and locked the door behind him.

He stared at himself in the mirror, the faint outline of his reflection blurring as tears welled in his eyes.
He seriously doesn't want me anymore, does he?
Wakatoshi's mind clouded with doubts.
If he did, why would he leave me like that?
The thoughts spiraled rapidly, weighing him down.
I wasn't enough for him. It's my fault. It's always my fault.

His heart beat quickened, and the tears began to fall faster, spilling onto his cheeks. His hands started trembling as he gripped the counter for support.
Satori probably hates me now
The tears began flowing freely as the suffocating pressure of his thoughts intensified. He shut his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as his head spun. The room felt smaller and smaller, closing in on him until he could barely stand. His knees buckled beneath him, and he collapsed to the cold floor, his body trembling as he fought to keep himself together.

Maybe he'll come back. Maybe...not. But at least we tried...

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Satori hadn't heard from Wakatoshi in a while, and that unsettled him. It wasn't like Wakatoshi to take this long just to change clothes. Something wasn't right. Satori walked toward the bathroom, his chest tightening with each step. He knocked gently on the door.
"Wakatoshi?"

No answer. His heart began to race.
"Hey, are you okay in there?"
Still nothing.

A sinking feeling settled in Satori's stomach. He knocked again, harder this time, and pressed his ear against the door. The silence inside was deafening, thick with something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Then he heard it. A faint, shallow gasp.

Panic shot through Satori, and he stepped back, slamming his fist against the door harder.
"WAKATOSHI!" he yelled, his voice cracking.
Still nothing. Desperation clawed at him as he banged on the door again and again.
Why isn't he answering?