( It slides neatly between his ribs, and he's glad for the distance of the implant, hiding away the way his breath goes punched, his fingers tightening at his side. )
The boy you knew was weak.
And there's nothing about me now to be fixed. Spare me your sanctimony.
( It shouldn't hurt. He tells himself it doesn't. But he's been telling himself so many things lately and yet they never seem to stick. The shroud of villainy has grown thin, lost its protection.
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No matter what you think you're not infallible.
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the boy i knew wouldnt have ever bloodied his hands the way you have over the past decade
he couldve never imagined it
something inside of you broke suguru & it has never been fixed
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The boy you knew was weak.
And there's nothing about me now to be fixed. Spare me your sanctimony.
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there was nothing weak about him
but hes long gone isnt he
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i just find it a shame
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Did I waste my potential?
Are you disappointed?
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i am
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But he still grits his teeth. )
I don't care.
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[ if he did, then he wouldn't have walked away from him all those years ago. ]
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I don't want you to get your feelings hurt when things don't change.
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just so were clear i dont
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🙂