█ ⊰ ☆ SAIHARA • ( chishtei )

          NOTHING VENTURED, NOTHING GAIN.             a discontent over escaping death practically delivered a remedial victory trapped within his throat. it hurts to     TAKE ANOTHER BREATH     when countless bodies didn’t make it; lives were sole entertainment upon viewers. nothing else could ‘ define purpose ’ except moving forward. countering reality almost made death a sweet release but that isn’t right. detectives, no matter how it paints a false persona towards the fictional characters, must stand up. have a little confidence in yourself, saihara-kun. chopin’s sweet melodies still strum against his ears, a disheartening smile spreads across his face. hand gestures out towards     THE TEARFUL MAGE      who resumes weeping; it’s hard onto a young heart to proceed. knees crouched down to set their gazes on each other, devoted to ‘ wipe those tears away ’. they’ve lost but gained one ability: fighting against those awful producers. ❝   everything will be okay, yumeno-chan. you’re not alone anymore —— you have me and harukawa-san, of course.   ❞   ///   @mxgicxlrxd .

╰ ☆ * ⋄ ✧;   IT  HURTS  .  It  truly  does  .  Every  breath  that  goes  through  her  lungs  makes  a  fire  spread  ;  it  was  selfish  ———–living  ,  being  alive  ,  seems  so  simple  now  ,  &  yet  ,  the  blood  spilled  before  their  own  eyes  .  HOW  COULD  SHE  CONTINUE  ?  The  deaths  of  her  classmates  are  burdening  ,  far  too  heavy  for  the  magician’s  frail  frame  .  It  was  far  too  tiring  ,  to  even  go  back  to  the  events  that  transpired  .  The  harsh  reality  ,  the  ugly  truth  ,  their  suffering  was  just  so  it  could  please  the  masses  ,  &  their  sick  ,  twisted  enjoyments  .  She  ,  a  performer  (  or  was  she  really  ?  her  own  character  was  a  product  of  fabrications  ;  her  own  being  was  a  lie  )  .  She  was  supposed  to  bring  smiles  ,  false  or  not  ,  but  she  can’t  -  not  when  tears  smear  her  blanche  complexion  &  sobs  echo  through  the  cold  sky  surrounding  them  .  

THE  WARMTH  &  COMFORT  within  his  eyes  is  what  silences  the  weeping  (  forget  not  ,  you  aren’t  alone  ) .  She  truly  tries  ,  teardrops  wiped  by  decelerated  movement  of  a  limb  ;  the  storm  is  still  raging  within  her  own  soul  ,  yet  amber  hues  are  diverted  to  face  the  detective  .   ❛      .  .  .         ❜   Silence  is  ensued  ,  words  carefully  threaded  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue  .   /   no  matter  how  much  she  tries  ,  words  are  cut  short  ,  replaced  by  whimpers  .   ❛      .  .  .   Thank  you  .        ❜    ——-’  everything  will  be  okay  ?  ‘  That  ,  indeed  ,  sounds  like  a  lie  ;  they  have  nowhere  to  go  -  their  fates  are  controlled  by  the  producers  of  the  cursed  TV show  .   ❛     How  .  .  .  ?   What  .  .  .  what  are  we  going  to  do  now  ?   Where  are  we  going  to  go  .  .  . ?       ❜