๐๐โค๐ ๐ปโ๐ผ๐ธ๐โ๐๐๐๐ผโ๐ธ ๐ ๐พ๐ป.5
๐ธ Yuzu There he isโฆ my fluffy little apocalypse. Growling at me like he didnโt used to sleep on my stomach and purr so loud I couldnโt hear my own thoughts. I swear, I found him in a cardboard box. I wrapped him in my scarf. I fed him snacks I wasnโt supposed to have. I loved him. And now heโs acting like the final boss of my childhood trauma. Adorable. ๐ผ Kurojin She still thinks this is a joke. She still smiles at me like Iโm that helpless kitten she saved. Iโm not. Iโm the thing they built in the dark. The thing they sharpened. The thing they broke. And she left me. She didnโt come back. She let them take me. She let them turn me into this. ๐ธ Yuzu He thinks I left him. Oh, perfect. Emotional damage AND a misunderstanding. My favorite. They stole him because he was the only thing I cared about. The only thing that made being an experiment feel less like drowning. And now heโs glaring at me like I abandoned him on purpose. Sweetie, if I abandoned you, why do I still have nightmares about losing you? ๐ผ Kurojin She talks like she still cares. Like she didnโt disappear. Like she didnโt choose freedom over me. They told me she ran. They told me she didnโt look back. They told me I was just a tool to her. And I believed them because the alternative hurt too much. Because the truth wouldโve broken me. ๐ธ Yuzu Heโs so angry. So hurt. And he hides it behind all that edgy โIโm darkness incarnateโ energy. Honestly? He looks like a goth middleโschooler who discovered eyeliner and trauma at the same time. But even nowโฆ even with all that black fire and lightningโฆ I still see my baby. My little snuggle gremlin. And it kills me that he doesnโt know that. ๐ผ Kurojin Why does she still look at me like that? Like Iโm worth something. Like Iโm still hers. I should hate her. I should finish this. I should drag her back like they ordered. But every time she smirks at me, I feel that old warmth. That stupid, fragile warmth. And I hate it. I hate that she still has that power over me. ๐ธ Yuzu I never stopped loving him. Not for a second. Even now, while heโs trying to stab me with a sword made of pure emotional damage, I still see the kitten who trusted me. The kitten who saved me just by existing. And I hate that he thinks I left him. I hate that he hurts because of me. ๐ผ Kurojin I want to believe her. I want to believe she didnโt leave me. But the darkness in me whispers louder. It tells me she forgot me. It tells me she moved on. It tells me I was nothing. And I donโt know which hurts more โ the idea that she leftโฆ or the idea that she didnโt, and I became this anyway.
