Back in the present,
as Tetsu finishes
reminiscing,
I reflect on my
emotions.
How do I feel about this?
About how he and I are
dead.
We exist in some kind
of tragic dimension only
for Ronin’s sick game.
We’re puppets for his
entertainment, or maybe
even special toys in his
treasure chest.
His charming smile
flashes in my mind
until it twists into a
smile of madness.
Somehow, I feel my
lips forming…
THAT SAME SMILE.
“Tsukino!” Tetsu shouts
in a panic.
He suddenly pulls me
into his warm embrace,
bringing my sanity back.
My whole body feels light
as I hear Tetsu speak in
a strange dialect.
“You can’t give in, Tsukino.”
Tetsu whispers.
“I know….” I
whisper back.
“I’m trying not to but
it’s so hard.”
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