The teal hared teen looked away quickly, willing her shaking legs to take her as fast as possible away from the kitchen and the horrid sight she had witnessed. Her heart thudded in her ears, drowning away the sounds of bustling Tokyo as well as the voices of those that filled the apartment. To say the sight had sickened her would be putting it mildly, the image was down right disgusting to her and like a nightmare that she could not awake from...ever. Shaking her head hard, Michiru ducked into her bedroom quickly and shut the door gently behind her, the knob trembling in her hands. She had willed herself to accept that the racer would never care for her as she did the younger teen, buried any traces of her heart beneath a thick layer of icyness that was her only protection. She pushed herself to think of duty only and nothing else, that this was a job...it was the only thing that kept her waking up in the mornings.
Stomach churning, the violinist sank upon her bed as her fingers absentmindly rubbed at her wrists...the ice was melting too fast. Her heart ached, she had seen Haruka injured from Beryl's anger at the Casino falling...she hadn't been able to do anything about it. Hotaru was the healer...the one whom the blonde loved more then anything, she could see it in those teal hues everytime they met violet. And now, lips locked together...she wasn't stupid nor blind though at the moment she would have given anything to be the latter, she could see the passion behind that kiss. What did Hotaru have that she didn't? What was the flaw in her that made her so repulsive to the taller teen? Of course Hotaru was brave...rebelling against Beryl while Michiru floundered in self-doubt and confusion, she could heal...she could end the world.
Leaving over, she grasped pushed aside her art case...the supplies slammed to the floor and spilled across the pearl carpet. Without thinking, she wrapped her fingers around the handle of the knife there...the blade she used to cut canvas. Her vision blurred and she struggled to blink back the tears...that only sent them tumbling down her face so much faster. She was quite sure her mascara had run, leaving dark rivers along her creamy skin, she brushed at them with shaking fingers. She gripped the blade tighter still, pressing the smooth silver edge to the flesh along her wrist. Fire and ice pushed through her blood and bubbled to the surface, she only cut so much harder, ripping and tears away the skin. Maybe she could find the flaw then...the reason why she couldn't be with the person she had dreamt as her soulmate. She lost track of the motion, the smell of blood was strong and her hands were starting to become sticky with sweat and tears...her sheets weren't so light anymore. Michiru collapsed back against the pillows, locks spreading out behind her...the stained kinfe slipped from her aching fingers...throbbing from holding it so long. Perhaps it would stop the pain now...the confusion in her heart and the dreams, she let her eyes close.
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The teal hared teen looked away quickly, willing her shaking legs to take her as fast as possible away from the kitchen and the horrid sight she had witnessed. Her heart thudded in her ears, drowning away the sounds of bustling Tokyo as well as the voices of those that filled the apartment. To say the sight had sickened her would be putting it mildly, the image was down right disgusting to her and like a nightmare that she could not awake from...ever. Shaking her head hard, Michiru ducked into her bedroom quickly and shut the door gently behind her, the knob trembling in her hands. She had willed herself to accept that the racer would never care for her as she did the younger teen, buried any traces of her heart beneath a thick layer of icyness that was her only protection. She pushed herself to think of duty only and nothing else, that this was a job...it was the only thing that kept her waking up in the mornings.
Stomach churning, the violinist sank upon her bed as her fingers absentmindly rubbed at her wrists...the ice was melting too fast. Her heart ached, she had seen Haruka injured from Beryl's anger at the Casino falling...she hadn't been able to do anything about it. Hotaru was the healer...the one whom the blonde loved more then anything, she could see it in those teal hues everytime they met violet. And now, lips locked together...she wasn't stupid nor blind though at the moment she would have given anything to be the latter, she could see the passion behind that kiss. What did Hotaru have that she didn't? What was the flaw in her that made her so repulsive to the taller teen? Of course Hotaru was brave...rebelling against Beryl while Michiru floundered in self-doubt and confusion, she could heal...she could end the world.
Leaving over, she grasped pushed aside her art case...the supplies slammed to the floor and spilled across the pearl carpet. Without thinking, she wrapped her fingers around the handle of the knife there...the blade she used to cut canvas. Her vision blurred and she struggled to blink back the tears...that only sent them tumbling down her face so much faster. She was quite sure her mascara had run, leaving dark rivers along her creamy skin, she brushed at them with shaking fingers. She gripped the blade tighter still, pressing the smooth silver edge to the flesh along her wrist. Fire and ice pushed through her blood and bubbled to the surface, she only cut so much harder, ripping and tears away the skin. Maybe she could find the flaw then...the reason why she couldn't be with the person she had dreamt as her soulmate. She lost track of the motion, the smell of blood was strong and her hands were starting to become sticky with sweat and tears...her sheets weren't so light anymore. Michiru collapsed back against the pillows, locks spreading out behind her...the stained kinfe slipped from her aching fingers...throbbing from holding it so long. Perhaps it would stop the pain now...the confusion in her heart and the dreams, she let her eyes close.