Based off the third Yandere audio.
"P-Please, beloved, please don't leave me..."
"W-We can get married, we can have a life. Please..."
I heard his desperate words reach out for me. It was bad. You'd know so.
His once clean and precious snow white blouse, now tainted with the vicious scarlet of his liquids resulting from my Mike. I wanted to feel pity for him, but I couldn't.
My dark eyes looked down into his crazed blues ones. They were shook with fear, but I wanted to believe that they were one to inflict it. He hurt me, more than I would want from someone I believe I may feel indifferent to now.
"(Y/N), C-C'mon..." A voice interrupted my thoughts. Who? It's just Mike. Plain old Mike. I'd like to say he brought joy to me once, but I don't know want to think anymore. I turn from Lucky's gaze to Mike's wide one.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I-I don't know!" I exclaim.
He takes a second to process my reaction.
I knew I shouldn't be doing this. It was the wrong thing. He was forcing me to marry him for fuck's sake. This is wrong! I'm wrong!
I run to him anyway. Even if Mike was screaming at me with harsh words.
I end up landing on my knees only to pull him up and hold his chest close. I begin to hide my face in the nape of his neck. My dainty, thin fingers grasp at his now wrinkled blazer in an tight grip. I feel his cold sleeves slightly shake at my sides as they soon slip around my white, clothed waist in a gentle hold. I don't know if he didn't want to hold tight or if he just didn't have the strength to. Oh Lucky, dear dear Lucky.
Wetness prickles at my caked face that was perfected to fit this day, and this day only. Not a regular marriage, like an ordinary wedding with Regular Joe Mike. A forced marriage, with a violently insane psychopath. Perfect make up like mine once wasn't fit for that sort of ceremony, but now, it was perfect. My face starts to pull away, only to see his face once more. A face I was supposed to hate now. A face I could claw and scratch at. Not a face I would hold so close and embrace.
"I-I love..." I couldn't bring myself to finish my words. His eyes, ones you'd think were always full of hate and violence, seemed fearful and emotional. "I love you." I say, my voice breaking.
His face, red with tears and hurt, pricks a smile. A real one.
I kiss him. For what could be the last time I would feel him loving me.
Short, but its what I'd like to happen, but it's really up to Lucky himself. I know that a fourth one is coming out, but it's not out yet uwu
