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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...
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO For what I believe I'd burn bridges, then dance in the smoke
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She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, her fingers briefly ghosting over the handle like she was daring herself to bolt. She didn't. Instead, she scanned the room—dim, suffocating, a reflection of the man sitting in the corner.
Seina forced herself to speak. The words felt trapped in her throat, heavy and stubborn, like they didn't want to come out. But she made them. She forced them.
Aguni barely acknowledged her, but she felt the weight of his gaze.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, voice lighter than the moment deserved. "You were just downstairs, in the middle of all that chaos." A pause, just long enough to let the absurdity settle. "And now you're here, hiding?"
Aguni's expression didn't change. "This is still my room," he said flatly. Then, with a slight edge, "What are you doing here?"
Seina exhaled, the sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh. "Would you believe me if I said I have no fucking idea?"
She was exhausted—bone-deep, marrow-deep. The pain in her side was a dull, relentless burn, and she was fairly certain if she tried to fight, she'd collapse before she even got a punch in. Which meant one thing:
If Aguni decided to kill her, she wouldn't stop him.
She didn't say that out loud. Instead, she crossed the room in slow, deliberate steps and sank down beside him. And before he could tell her to leave, before he could pull a gun or a knife or whatever-the-hell-else he had tucked away, she beat him to it.
"If you want to kill me, just do it fast."
Aguni turned to look at her then. Really look at her. His expression was unreadable, but Seina saw it in his eyes—something ruined, something breaking.
She didn't ask why. She already knew.
Instead, she pulled up the hem of her shirt, revealing the wound at her side. The skin around it was an angry, mottled red, the kind that promised pain for days to come.
"I'm still in pain, Aguni," she murmured. "If I don't die from this, I'll probably die if I run into anyone else. I can't fight. I can't run. And honestly?" She let out a small, bitter laugh. "I figured no one would dare look for me here."
A beat of silence. Then—
"Smart," Aguni muttered.
Seina smirked, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Wasn't my idea."
"Chishiya?"
She nodded.
The air between them thickened, stretched taut. And then Seina broke it.
