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It’s hard to believe that she’s gone.
Haruka and Takane sit on a bench, just outside the hospital, hands clenched into fists and eyes focused on the ground. Ayano was declared dead an hour ago, but they haven’t moved since then, haven’t said a single word. Shintaro doesn’t come and Takane’s shoulders shake in both sadness and anger. Haruka notices and reaches for her hand, it’s ice-cold in his, and he gives it a firm squeeze.
For once, Takane doesn’t pull away. Instead, she bites down on her lip and stifles a sob. “This doesn’t feel real,” she croaks before letting out a strangled laugh.
The boy beside her doesn’t know what to say. “I-I can’t believe this is happening,” is all Haruka manages to whisper. His hold on Takane’s hand tightens and the girl realizes he’s holding on tightly to stop his own hand from shaking. Her eyes flit to his other hand. He’s clinging to the hem of his shirt in an attempt to stop the shaking, but it doesn’t work. Takane can’t bear to see him like this so she takes his free hand in hers and holds it tight.
"Takane?" Haruka blinks back tears because he knows if he starts crying, she will too.
His friend doesn’t respond.
"T-This is a lie, right? It has to be a lie. Ayano, she was always so happy." He looks around wildly as if waiting for the nightmare to end. It doesn’t seem possible. He cannot think of the words suicide and Ayano in the same sentence, not at all. "Takane," his voice cracks, "Please…please tell me this is a mistake." When she doesn’t respond he breaks down into a sob.
It couldn’t just end like this. Ayano, Shintaro, Takane and him, they had goofed around at the park just two days ago. They had studied together for that big science exam in Ayano’s house just last week! Kenjirou had even given them tips, and just last weekend they had watched the Madoka Magicka movie together. All of that couldn’t be over, but it was, and neither Takane or Shintaro could change that.
Haruka wrenches his hands free and wipes away at his tears with his sleeves, but before he can say anything, Takane leans in and pulls him into a hug.
She presses her forehead against his chest and he feels tears seep into his shirt. Haruka feels her shaking. The boy is distraught, he doesn’t know what to do, so he wraps his wobbly arms around her and rests his chin on Takane’s shoulder. They’ve never hugged. Well, he gave Takane a hug on her birthday but it ended with her screaming and he had gotten punched for it too. Now, nothing mattered, and they comforted each other in silence.
"Maybe this is a dream, maybe it will all be okay, right Takane?" Haruka asks through sniffles. Hoping, praying, wishing.
Takane clenches his shirt between her fingers. She knows that things won’t be okay and she knows that it isn’t some dream, but the hope in Haruka’s voice, it places an empty feeling where her heart should be and she musters up a wobbly smile. “Maybe,” she says, but it’s nothing but a lie.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW
what is this
I wouldn’t scream for him to stop. I wouldn’t call for help and I wouldn’t beg for my life. My life was already over. All I had left was the knowledge that I’d go out quietly, without giving this sick freak any measure of satisfaction.
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