Akechi doesn't lift his gaze from the ground when he sits up and lets out a scream that feels like a punch to his gut. No, that's not right. More than that it awakens something in him, a terrible feeling that gnaws on his insides, grind and then spit out. When was last time he was here? Fearing for someone else's hurt. It's reminds him of the feeling that he believed he had left in his childhood. Moments frozen in time, abandoned and forgotten.
Fuck.
He doesn't mean to withdraw to himself but that's just what he does. Back curling and hands forms weak fists. Fuck, fuck fuck.]
Akira. [He says after a moment of silence and closes his eyes, trying to make sense of the insensible. His lips are parted as he breathes out, words forming on top of his tongue.] What do you want of me?
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Akechi doesn't lift his gaze from the ground when he sits up and lets out a scream that feels like a punch to his gut. No, that's not right. More than that it awakens something in him, a terrible feeling that gnaws on his insides, grind and then spit out. When was last time he was here? Fearing for someone else's hurt. It's reminds him of the feeling that he believed he had left in his childhood. Moments frozen in time, abandoned and forgotten.
Fuck.
He doesn't mean to withdraw to himself but that's just what he does. Back curling and hands forms weak fists. Fuck, fuck fuck.]
Akira. [He says after a moment of silence and closes his eyes, trying to make sense of the insensible. His lips are parted as he breathes out, words forming on top of his tongue.] What do you want of me?