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The empty SEKAI was, true to it's namesake, Empty.
And quite frankly Mizuki preferred it that way, what better landscape to rot away in than in the vast nothingness filled with little bobs and trinkets.
Not a pretty way to go mind you, but it beats facing anyone in the outside world. After all, who would even want to see them in their current state?
The girl sighs, her sense of time warped to the point she couldn't even tell how long she'd been here for.
Hours? Days? Weeks? God who knows at this point, wasting away curled up to themselves as the repercussions of their past actions finally caught up to them hard, and boy was it hard.
Not a single one of the SEKAI's inhabitants were in sight, or at the very least none that wanted to make their presence known.
It's not like she tried particularly hard to hide, coming here was more of an in the heat of the moment decision and she just wanted to find a place where all those worries would disappear.
But the SEKAI had an opposite effect, be it the quiet nature of the place or something else entirely those thoughts and voices only grew louder as she spent longer in that wasteland.
The stinging reality, amplified by the deafening silence that felt too deep to swim out of.
It hurts, it hurts so much.
It's too unfair.
Too cruel.
The opportunity ripped away from them, mere moments before they could finally muster the courage to reveal their whole being to the person who would wait forever for them.
There were days where they wished that someone could just go and spill it all for them, saving them the words, shame, and disgust thrown at them just to get it over with.
In the end she got what she wanted, ain't that funny?
If their mouth weren't so full of bitterness they'd be laughing at how a chance encounter managed to tear their whole life down.
But in the end, is that not what they deserved? They run and run and run away from their silly little problems, trying to prolong whatever meager bliss they could hold onto before it all came crashing down on her.
Instead of being proactive and just taking that little itsy bitsy leap of faith, they were simply too afraid of the possibilities, of change, of people perceiving them differently.
Of how they'd be treated differently from normal because of what they are, though she knows all too well that Nightcord isn't like that.
But that irrational fear of change holds onto them, it's claws digging so deep into their body that it's wounds never truly heal.
They dreaded change, at any opportunity they never bothered to better themselves or open up in fear that everything around them would change.
They knew fully well that Nightcord would accept them, but things would change.
They'd treat them kinder, with more care, with pity, with a kindness so deep and understanding and protective, but she couldn't stand that kind of kindness.
It repulsed her to their very core, that kind of change is what scared her the most.
What they hated more than the neglect, ridicule, and ignorance of others, was the soft and warm kindness that her friends could give her just because she was different.
She didn't want pity, she wanted things to remain in an instance where nothing changed and Mizuki was simply, Mizuki.
Regardless they've already made their bed, her cowardice being her downfall was something she highly expected but it didn't make the pain less unbearable.
She'd been walking long enough, the water level finally reaching her waist as she was already half submerged in the gray waters that only showed her sunken reflection.
The cold was numbing and their wet clothes made their movements feel sluggish, but none if it felt like it mattered.
They had lost everything already, what's a little discomfort right at the end?