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absolutely Nothing wrong with me

*     @netedge What are U talking about(⌒▽⌒)

* Whats wrong with you

@kafkajoke  T_T   Why would you lie to me . Im heart broken

Nothing. Just lying(￣∇￣)

@kafkajoke Hello o3o  Why do you need help. I shall help

an original character affiliated with the sakamoto days franchise by yuto suzuki. private, low-activity, (semi)-literate responses. heavy manga spoilers. mature themes such as (attempted) suicide, depression, and much more are to be present.

[how could you  not resent  them  for what they took from you?]

胸がはち切れそうで⋆￣  @hoshinowl (...)﹢͟،͟،͟ a letter to my ██, ͟ ͟ ͟ ✧ … [kouki’s words are met with a brief silence and a stare from his so-called older sister. crimson-colored eyes travel across the features of kouki’s countenance and if kouki squinted close enough, he’d notice the subtle softening of her watchful gaze. (her eyes linger on the burn scars on kouki’s face for a second longer than they should’ve and guilt burns through her like the same fire that nearly swallowed kouki whole.) but for a moment, she feels less of a serpent and more of an older sister watching over her younger brother in the garden. unfortunately, the yamakagashi knows better than to get lost in how /she/ feels on the clock and the temporary feeling of what she’d describe as “home” is all quickly swept away like the night’s tide, ready to be buried once more within the depths of the ocean that was her heart. but nonetheless, it comes almost instinctively for her to let her guard down. to be comfortable. it’s risky, and dangerous, considering whom the two stand loyal to, and she’s aware it could all be a trick, a simple path to her demise (and she’s certain she’d be more than willing to die by the hands of her siblings. perhaps some twisted form of self-inflicted punishment for all that she’s done and as a peculiar apology on her end.), she was aware since the moment she entered the vicinity. but how could she not feel at ease within the presence of her brother? quietly, she replies. her voice is soft, as she’s always talked, but it comes out almost /solemnly/, sadly, perhaps, as if stating an uncomfortable truth neither are willing to accept. but still, she questions him.] are we really loved by god, kouki? or is this something you tell yourself to feel more comforted at night? to find meaning in your suffering— our suffering. are we truly loved by “god”? is that really what you think? do you truly believe we were meant to be saved? or are you lying to yourself.

..  it expired (＞＜)

*       slideshow transition into picture of her dead body

胸がはち切れそうで⋆￣  @kafkajoke (...)﹢͟،͟،͟ a letter to my ██, ͟ ͟ ͟ ✧ i won’t die, yuèhuā. i’ll be fine, i’m certain of it. [for someone who claims to be so certain of themself, orochi sounds concerningly uncertain for someone so usually confident in her abilities as her. just about too uncertain for yuèhuā’s liking. her eyes wander across yuè’s face as if it’s the last time she’d ever see him again, but she has a feeling neither of them would like to accept that idea. when their eyes finally meet, it feels like the earth stopped spinning and that they could hold time together in their hands for as long as they wanted. orochi wishes she could stay in this moment for the rest of her days and beyond that— to be with yuè in her final moments, to be with him as the sands of time sweep them away and when they’re long forgotten; to be with him even as the world continues on in its own wicked way. orochi’s eyebrows furrow as her eyes peer into yuè’s gaze until she’s near-convinced that she’s staring into a blue moon. her hand finds its way just above yuè’s elbow and it lingers. quietly, she continues.] have more faith in me, will you? it stings a bit when one of the people you cherish the most doesn’t have faith in you. i won’t die. (i promise). i don’t think i’d ever be able to forgive myself if i did. —besides, you know that i— [orochi tries to speak, but she finds that the last two words meant to complete her sentence are stuck at the back of her throat. and suddenly, she tenses up. the serpent hesitates— there’s so much she wants to say, so much to unpack, but such little time. clenching her jaw with a certain type of unease she hasn’t felt in years, orochi doesn’t finish the sentence.]