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Sumire didn't want to ruin everything she had planned. "What should I do?" Sumire said between her tears streaming down her cheek, soaking her pillow. She picked up the phone on the nearside table and stared at Mort's pictures saved on her phone. Laughter and cries are all she did as she scrolls through her gallery. With every picture, she can vividly recall what happened on that day when it was taken. The sadness and happiness now mixed all together in her chest. Sumire keeps on scrolling through the picture until she succumbs to deep slumber with an empty stomach.

In contrast, she felt indescribable pleasure. She snapped, "Open her eyes and let her see!" The man standing behind squats down relentlessly, and together they can easily imprison Yaoi. His thick fingers open Yaoi's eyelids like a grindstone and force her to look at the photo. There is no way to resist or escape. Yaoi can only numbly look at the photos of her former friends before they died, letting the dusty painful memories in her heart erode her like wild animals. Despair, helplessness, pain, powerlessness

Tears poured from my eyes, and I felt utterly shattered, adrift and yearning for someone to find me in the depths of my desolation. I gaze at the wall of my room, my eyes fixated until they meet the sight of a picture. It captures a moment of pure joy, my mother and I smiling together during my time at Moonhowler. The memories flood back, reminding me that it was the most remarkable day of my life, the day I claimed first position as the year's finest artist. With a sense of longing, I walk over to the picture, gently cradling it in my hands. As I peer at the image, I am overwhelmed as if the entire world stands still, leaving me with nothing but tears streaming down my face.

Alone. I could hear my breathing as it comes out fast. I'm scared but I feel like this is the only way to escape. To stop the madness that is creeping on me. The terror gripped me. I no longer want to live. I cannot see myself walking this earth anymore as life has repaid me nothing but sorrow, pain, and endless melancholy. I gave everything into the universe, all the love, joy, and hard work that I can do, I gave my life my all, but it failed me. I failed me. I was not designed to be amongst the living. I do not deserve to live anymore. The bubbly, happy girl is gone. All I am is a pathetic lost soul. Hollow and wretched I walk every day of my life unable to find meaning in what I do. I do

And now he’s gone. “I’m so sorry,” I manage. “Anaya, I’m so sorry.” She doesn’t answer. Just curls back into herself and cries harder. I hold her while she breaks. At the same time, she sobs for her cousin who flew across the country to see a friend and ended up dead in a pool. And I wonder how many more people I’m going to destroy before this is over. It’s past midnight when Anaya finally falls asleep. I tuck a blanket around her and slip out of my room as quietly as I can.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

Another painting had a war scene with blood all around. Shama moved towards another group of painting. A girl was standing alone in a storm without any emotion on her face. A strong vibe came from that girl but still she was weak. Another painting had a girl wiping off her tears and was glaring. Her hands were bleeding as she clenched a mirror and she walked on Shattered pieces of mirror. A broken heart was there in the background. Another painting had a cheerful girl with a butterfly in her hand. Her eyes were filled with hope.

she asks softly, drawing me closer so that my head rests against her warm chest, her heartbeat steady and calming, making me feel a bit better. I take a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "Well, you see, I decided to immerse myself in the movie I was watching, and it hit me hard. The scene was just so heartbreaking—I couldn’t help but cry," I confess, sniffling as I recall the sad moment when they scattered the ashes of the girl into the vast ocean. The name of the movie escapes me, but the sad story lingers in my mind: a girl trapped by a medical condition that forbade her from ever seeing sunlight, only to accidentally step into the sunlight because of guys she likes so when she r

The dude just looks so miserable. Miyamura sits solemnly, looking at me with sad eyes. “It has come to my attention…and I say this with great regret, but I have made a mistake”. He droops in sadness. “My dear Sorahiko, it seems that I would not be able to take you with me for this event”. I ignore the ‘what the fuck?’ energy that Sakura is currently radiating. I can’t even begin to describe the look of disgust that Riko is sporting because of his theatrics.

I'm left alone here. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I feel sorry for Mizu, but on the other hand I'm laughing because of their crazy behavior? Kazuo-kai and Mizu, they're like Tom and Jerry. See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️