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"I've always have that thought about you, that I don't want to remember you longer, than I have ever known you."
Seina was never ordinary
unpredictable, an emotional rollercoaster, heartbreakingly beautif...
I didn't know letting go could feel so much like holding on
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Seina felt trapped in an unending cycle. Each day blurred into the next, identical in its chaos, yet painfully predictable.
Suffocating repetition. She woke up to the dull ache of a hangover, the world sluggish and heavy around her.
Smothering monotony. Her mornings were spent drifting—through hallways that all looked the same, past faces she no longer bothered to remember.
Endless timeloop. Hatter was always there, lurking at the edges of her vision, watching, waiting. She didn't acknowledge him, and he didn't need her to. His presence alone was enough.
Crushing predictability. The games had lost their edge. The fear, the adrenaline—things that once mattered—had dulled into routine. She played. She won. Five more days added to the clock. The countdown never truly stopped, only reset, counting down to nothing.
Meaningless time. Nights were drowned in alcohol because sleep no longer came naturally. Drinking helped. She hated that it did.
Then, without warning, a ripple in the cycle.
Hatter called for a meeting, all smiles and theatrics, his voice cutting through the usual haze.
Seina barely listened, until the doors opened.
And time, her relentless, predictable, looping time... collapsed in on itself.
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The air in the executive lounge was thick with the underlying tension of egos vying for dominance.
Seina, however, couldn't care less. She was sprawled across one of the worn-out sofas, one arm draped lazily over her stomach, the other bringing a cigarette to her lips. She exhaled the smoke slowly, purposefully, watching it curl into the room.
Aguni stood near the window, arms crossed, his usual scowl firmly in place. Ann sat with one leg over the other, her fingers tapping against her armrest, unimpressed, nextt to her, Niragi. Then there was Hatter, grinning like a king on his throne, clearly enjoying the anticipation.
Seina exhaled another lungful of smoke, blowing it directly towards Aguni, who shot her a sharp glare. She smirked.
The meeting was dragging on—same old talk of strategy, survival, and who to stab in the back next. Seina, however, had long since stopped pretending to care. Her lips curled slightly as she exhaled a slow stream of smoke, eyes lidded in boredom. She wasn't listening. She was too busy flicking ashes onto the expensive rug just to see if anyone would say something. No one did.
