Work Text:
I once knew a boy named Nagito Komaeda.
He would smile a lot, a soothing smile that made my world a thousand times brighter. He'd laugh with that breathy voice, he'd stick with me wherever I went, he'd offer me his help in no more than a second.
I didn't really know the boy named Nagito Komaeda. His smile was disgusting and twisted, his laughter like nails on chalk. I'd become lost in his eyes. Trapped in despair. And though I told him to stay away from me, he still offered me his assistance in every thing I did. But though he begged, I left him tied up and vulnerable for him to be alone with his madness.
I couldn't understand the boy named Nagito Komaeda. He'd wave good morning, take walks with me. For a while, I hoped that maybe we could become friends again. But the words that oozed out of his mouth like poison kept me at a distance. What was the truth, what was a lie, what was real, what was fake? If his brain was rapidly shrinking, my sanity was doing it faster.
I miss the boy named Nagito Komaeda. I miss his smile, calming or broken. I miss his laugh, soft or mad. I miss his stories, true or false. I miss the boy I never truly met.
Please don't forget that I...
I miss the words he never said.
I love y-
And the words I'll never know.