❛ what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜ ❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜ ❛ maybe i could have loved you in any life but ours. ❜ ❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜ ❛ i found a catalyst for disaster in you. ❜ ❛ is this what happens when the poem ends? ❜ ❛ i found religion in betrayal. ❜ ❛ things like us only exist in dreams. ❜ ❛ you can’t give your storms to someone else. ❜ ❛ nothing lasts forever, not even the rain. ❜ ❛ it’s okay to fear. ❜ ❛ don’t claw out your own throat while waiting for someone else to scream. ❜ ❛ you are memories and moments. ❜ ❛ in some other universe you’re asleep. ❜ ❛ everyone leaves. let them. ❜ ❛ you are not a ghost.  ❜ ❛ you can’t haunt those that forget you. ❜ ❛ everything ends and it’s okay. ❜ ❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜ ❛ maybe i get to have a reason for the ache you left in my chest. ❜ ❛ you exist still. ❜ ❛ we can’t remember how to be alive. ❜ ❛ the heavens burn for you and i. ❜ ❛ every star is another story, every night a different sky. ❜ ❛ we end to begin again. ❜ ❛ beyond every somewhere, we exist. ❜ ❛ the gods lie as often as men. ❜ ❛ i sit not upon a throne of bone. ❜ ❛ my kingdom wasn’t chosen. ❜ ❛ the dead of mine do not speak. ❜ ❛ history will write that you were the bravest of them all. ❜ ❛ all stars must burn. ❜ ❛ the greatest things must end. ❜ ❛ hell is just another place i guess i’ll go to keep you warm. ❜ ❛ if the monster always dies at the end of the book, why am i still alive? ❜ ❛ gods don’t care about what might have been. ❜ ❛ men shall fall and gods be forgotten. ❜ ❛ you will be remembered eternally. ❜

“People who go through adversity together generally have a unique relationship. Or at least that’s how it is with everyone I know,” he said. “I suppose the same could apply to you and Ren.”

    “I suppose...” Rui absentmindedly mumbled. Perhaps he said too much, particularly to someone he only knew as an acquaintance.

    Straightening his posture, Rui’s gaze sharpened once more as he continued, “That has nothing to do with your initial inquiry, however, so I fail to see how it matters to you.”

“That’s not entirely flattering,” he pointed out dryly. “But it’s obvious that you are quite close to each other. Is that right?”

    Perhaps Rui did not need to be so blunt when describing Ren. At the mention of the last remark, however, his eyes softened, bittersweet emotions lingering in his blank gaze as a faint smile grazed his lips.

    “...Yes.”

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“How well do you know Ren?” he asked, in the most pleasant tone he’d used yet. He knew that there was little use to try to intimidate Rui.

    The question caught Rui off guard, and not just because the inquirer seemed unusually amiable. What did the inquiry have to do with the previous one?

    Still, his lips parted, a moment of hesitation given before Rui answered:

    “Mr. Hojo is sloppy, lazy, withdrawn... and kind. I’m not sure how much I need to know about him to generally consider ‘how well’ I know him, but I know enough to trust and remain loyal to him.”

“You’re just as useful as Ren,” he replied, then paused for an infinitesimal moment. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

    Rui would rather not talk about those events, as it was already enough to have the memories plague him. He was still drained, visibly tired with dark rings settling under his eyes. Even though it was now over, he had trouble sleeping without having nightmares.

    “...There’s nothing I can tell that you can’t simply read from Mr. Hojo’s upcoming book.”