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CHAPTER 3: SUYI WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Baffled by the sudden sound of a powerful voice, her body flinched a little and only managed to calm down when she counted one to five. Every time that she feels scared or anxious, counting down always eases her heart.

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

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.

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.

As soon as the door closed, Leah sat on the bed, and the smile on her lips instantly disappeared. She turned her head and looked at the childish yet heartwarming anime on her computer, her eyes somewhat vacant. Everything in front of her seemed to lose focus, and the screen's images began to blur. In her mind's eye, she saw a distorted, pale, and anguished face, screaming at her with hoarse rage. Why don't you just die! Go die! You deserve to die! Die! ... The following morning. Diana was lying in bed, with her head covered, fast asleep.

They'd all vanished in existence and been exchanged by browned flattened dirt. Mizu scraped the soil deeply, and grip her hands firmly, round tears dropping like rain. She was sad, she was angry, she was worried. Her heart was breaking, tearing apart into pieces. "Y-Yuuto,… Yuira,… A-Akito,… Kaito,… Taishi,… I-Itsuki,… Riko,… K-k-KURO!" her heart tightened, memories flow through her, their faces, their giggle, their voice, their laughter, their warmness, how mirthfully they are calling for her, how Kuro hug her.

But you didn't, you never did. I hope you're happy now, I'm gone, I'm dead and nothing will ever hold you back again. But as you remember looking down on my bloodied body, I want that image to haunt you every day that you will not be able to live your life the same way again. I hope the nightmares are so unbearable that you will feel my pain, my suffering, my wounds, my death. Then, when you've had enough you will also contemplate your own death, and just like me, you will be lying down lifeless and gone. Hannah

She leaned into him, grateful for his presence as she let the last of her worries slip away. At Anderson’s mansion, the mood was far from celebratory. Anderson sat slouched on the couch, his phone in one hand as he scrolled aimlessly through old photos of him and Wanda. Each image was a painful reminder of what he had lost, the memories tainted by the reality of her absence. He could feel himself slipping further into a pit of despair, the edges of his vision blurring as the weight of his mistakes bore down on him.