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Three words. Tsumugi was beginning to detest trinitarian entities.
“I bid you farewell,” Tsumugi said.
“ Au revoir , Shirogane,” Kaede said, a final act of detachment.
Tsumugi abraded herself from the room, the girl, and everything that wrought warmth in her life. Her rout was a wordless one. The room felt empty before she reached the door, yet there was comfort in knowing ghosts would soon occupy it, making it entire.
I bet she thinks I don’t know what that means.
The following twenty-four hours pulled Tsumugi along, a canine in a collar at the heel of a cruel master. Existential conversations of life and death existed exclusively as hushed whispers exchanged between comrades. Trepidation was born from incompetence and ego. Shots were fired, or were they thrown? Tsumugi didn’t know and she couldn’t care; she was a slave to her own creations, carrying out her will with a newfound resentment of self. Irony broke her ribs, guilt broke her spirit, and her heart broke.
Pinks, greens, and blues burnt away in front of her eyes, yet Tsumugi only saw their pigment when she blinked. The world was cast in a grandiose greyscale, except when she slept. Then it was a nauseating kaleidoscope under her thick eyelids from which escape was unfeasible.
She heard yelling. She saw pandemonium. She felt naught.
The following evening, Kaede’s neck snapped on E flat.
