Kento's thoughts: his lover is not okay.
you look inconsolable, and my help is futile.
your blank expression tells me more than your words could ever do.
“i feel nothing.” you said, “i'm shattered to the point of being nullified.”
i listened, attentively, as if the solution could be found in your words, as if your soul breaking, empty voice could contain the key to solve every single one of your problems.
something, selfish and greedy of protagonism, was thrumming in the back of my head hoping that key would bring my name.
am i not good enough to make you happy?
but i knew better, i knew much better than that.
you've been troubled all your life, you never had anything even nearly related to happiness.
“i was just a kid.” you tell me.
i tried to take your suffering away from you, but just like a curse, it has gotten attached to you and it just wouldn't leave you.
and it made me feel so powerless, knowing that even with all my experience, i will never be able to exorcise the pain within you.
you, with the warmest smile, the coolest personality, the greatest taste, the many interesting hobbies, the incredible amount of fun facts.. and the biggest amount of anger i've ever seen.
it was all you had left.
“there's nothing anymore here, you feel it?”
you brought my hand on your chest, right where your heart was beating. it's warm, but cold.
you look fine: your face has no trace of sadness, or any other negative emotions. but there's a couple of wrinkles where they're not supposed to be.
your smile lines have become so evident, even when you're not smiling.
how much do you have in that body of yours that it's still kept undisclosed? what's the amount of sadness you bring within yourself since you were just 12?
you don't remember the last time you were able to cry.
i remember how it left an impression on me, when i asked you to be my lifetime lover, and not a tear left your eyes. i saw your expression change into a moved one and you were happy, undoubtedly so, but you never cried, not a single time.
“i'm so sorry” you keep repeating to me, as if it's your fault. “i wish i could cry, i wish i could show you the pain that i can't feel anymore”
“and i wish i could cure you of this illness, i wish i could snap my fingers and make you feel okay” i quickly replied, “you have nothing to apologise for”
you're everything i have left.
i told you about my best friend, about geto, about gojo, about me. i told you about my first job, and then i told you about the one i ran away from. you listened to me, i saw the worry and empathy in your eyes grow more and more with each word i spoke, like my thoughts were gold flowing your way, as if all those things were to be kept in a chest and guarded by a dragon.
god, im such a nerd.
but you love it. i told you about how much i loved to play with legos as a kid, i told you about my favourite character i played with on street fighter, the hours i spent organising my yu-gi-oh cards, and all the band posters in my room.
and you loved it. you told me that you were so glad you met me, someone with your same interests.
we listen to metal music together, and while you dance all around the room, i look at you.
you're so beautiful.
you're the most beautiful person in the world.
but that's so cliché! my mind tells me, but i ignore it: you're the most beautiful person in the world.
the love on your face when you give me a crown made with sticky notes; the tiktok videos you send me with those little drawn bunnies doing silly things, with the caption "it's so us"; the expression you make when you want to convince me to do my makeup; the "babe i think you'd love this song!”.
you love me, and i feel it.
i feel so loved, i feel so wanted. and i'm so proud of being yours, i'm so happy to say you're mine, that you're my lover, that the ring on your finger was mine to give you.
and i love you, i love you with every single ounce of my body, i love you how the leaves love the trees enough to sacrifice themselves so the tree can live. i love you, i love you so much.
but that is not enough to make you happy now.
it's not enough to make your heart be overflowing with all the emotions that a human has.
you let me read your diary once, that you kept since you were 15. it was horrifying.
a kid should never feel this way.
i asked you if i could write down some things you had written there, with the promise of never letting anyone see them. you said yes.
— i want to crack my ribcage open and rip myself apart.
— i knew my skin, that wrapped my frame, wasn't made to play this game, and then i saw them, torch in hand, he laid it out, what he had planned, and then i said, i'll take the grave, please don't send them on my way.
— i could pull the steering wheel
— the very existence of the self is the seeking of a pain that has never seen beginning nor end.
these were the most impressive to me. you had so much within yourself and i never knew, i never knew the heartbreak you've been carrying for so long.
i'm scared to touch you, i'm scared to break you.
you talk to me in the most normal tone ever, because you tell me that “even if i wanted to i can't feel bad, or sad, or anything other than angry. i only get angry.”
i feel something in my stomach that i can't describe.
my vision gets blurry, and my heart skips a bit.
fear?
do you still love me?
an irrational thought comes to my head as soon as you open up to me. if you feel nothing, does it mean you don't feel anything for me anymore?
before i can ever formulate any sentence, your hands cup my face, and you kiss my forehead.
“please don't cry my baby, i can't stand it when you're sad, it makes me feel so bad” you pouted.
i sniffled. your fingertips are cold, but i still melt with your touch, feeling immediately reassured.
“i'm sorry, i just.. i think i got so caught up in how you felt that i felt it myself.”
“then i'll take it that your tears are just the ones i wish i could cry.” you smile.
“yes, that could be an idea.” i smile black. i kiss your lips. i hold you close.
you snuggle a bit more on the couch, until we're practically glued together. your socks and your favourite blanket, covering the both of us, is making this so cozy. i take a deep breath, and i let it all out.
we're okay.
you're gonna be okay, because i'm gonna make it so. i wanna see you feel. i wanna see you cry all the tears you want. i wanna see you abandon that diary of yours and let it rot in the back of your wardrobe where you keep it hidden, with all those terrible things, i want you to forget about it because you'll be so happy you won't have anything bad to write in there anymore.
i wanna put everything back in your ribcage the way it's supposed to be.
“babe, can we go to the movies later? there's a movie I wanna watch” you ask me, about to fall asleep.
it's 2pm, we finished lunch just an hour ago.
“sure, love.” i kiss your forehead.
as long as i wish i could do all of those things right now, i know it takes time. i'm going to protect you, love. i'm gonna protect you like i could never protect my loved ones. i'm going to give all myself in order to keep you, my source of happiness, with me forever.
i love you. so much.
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