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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 SEVENTY-ONE To feel everything and nothing, like drowning in silence while the heart still screams
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There were moments when Seina felt everything and nothing, like a radio caught between stations, static and screaming and silence all at once. A contradiction she couldn't name, couldn't kill. A weight pressing down on her chest, thick and choking, like the whole goddamn world had climbed inside her ribcage. And yet beneath it all, nothing. A hollow so wide it echoed.
It was like standing in the center of a storm, the sky bleeding itself dry, while feeling untouched by the wind. Watching the wreckage and knowing you're part of it, but too far gone to care.
Emotions came in waves. Grief. Fury. Joy. Love. Longing so sharp it should've split her in half. She felt them circling, prowling, but they rarely made it to shore. Most days, it was like watching her own life from underwater, everything warped and too slow. And other times, it hit so clean and cruel it knocked the air out of her lungs. Existing in the in-between — too much, not enough — it was a hell of its own.
She learned to move through the world like that. A thousand quiet aches folded beneath a crooked, reckless smile. Laughing too loud, bleeding too easily, leaving fingerprints on everything she was supposed to let go of. That was the thing about people like her. The ones who burned too fast, too wild. They knew how to leave a mark. Even as they came undone.
She wasn't made for stability. For the slow, predictable heartbeat of an ordinary life. She was built from sharp edges and sleepless nights, a storm forced into human skin. And maybe — deep down — she always knew she wouldn't last. Some people drag themselves out of the abyss over and over. Seina? She was meant to fall. To tear down everything on the way. To vanish mid-sentence, leaving nothing behind but a story no one could get right.
She was not the kind of girl who waited to be saved.
Seina was the one who ran into burning buildings with a grin and a half-bent knife. Who laughed through blood-soaked teeth. Who made recklessness into something holy. But under the sharp tongue and careless smirks were rules. Not the kind you say out loud — the kind you carve into your marrow.
Protect your people. Die on your own terms. Never kneel. Not to anything.
She was a contradiction, jagged and soft, cruel and loyal. A girl who cared too much and hated herself for it. And maybe that's what made her dangerous in a place like this. She still fucking cared. Even when it hurt.
That was her curse. To feel everything, to feel nothing, and to never figure out which was worse.
And now — the sky was bruising to twilight, the city sinking into itself, shadows growing teeth. Each step sent fresh agony lancing through her side, but she didn't stop. Couldn't. Kept her eyes forward like it might matter.
