Brokenperfection Stories

White. White everywhere. Bright, white light. Shining white walls that seem to glow in the harshness of this light. No windows, no doors, no visible way out. Just me, sitting in a white box. Shielding my eyes from the glare, I search for the source of this light, only to find that it seems to come from everywhere. Squinting, I stand. My hands press against the rough, raw walls. I run my palms over every inch to find that three of the walls have the same rough texture, but the final wall is smooth, and, just barely, cool to the touch. The most intriguing thing I find is a very slight seam running from the floor to the ceiling on the smooth wall. It is quite unclear to me what I should do, to say the least, and I haven't the slightest idea where I am.....

Everything seemed so un-real....but one thing that never changed was the Society.

After the death of her husband, Katsumi absolutely gave up on everything. Quitting her dream job as a lawyer, she went into medical school, emerging as a new doctor and surgeon. After being caught attempting suicide three times, Katsuki had requested one of the gang to take care of her, which of course, was Homare. She was a bright woman, a surgeon with a promising future. Saved so many lives in such a short amount of time. But what was it doing any good for? She could save so many when she couldn't even save herself. She couldn't even save the most precious things to her, so what was the point?