Cri De Coeur ||Mikayuu||
Long ago, my best friend was taken from me. They took him, and a part of me. I was empty, void of most happiness for some time. To me, Mikaela was my childhood joy.
Now, I have found him. Rather, he found me. But his view on life was shifted. A freak of nature was what they called him. They feared him, believed the words that he truly is a monster.
He was not.
People met Mika's empty gaze, and rushed off. His hand seemed to grow ice cold in mine, vibrant blue eyes narrowing.
"They're afraid of me. Of the monster I am." He muttered. At this time, I had no words of reassurance. My mind was blank. Even the presence of Asuramaru was silent. I wanted to tell him that it was fine, that he was not the monster he so persistently believed himself to be. But I was at a loss for words. The more he insisted on it, the more I ran out of ways to tell him he wasn't one.
Instead, I squeezed his hand, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"Well, I'm not scared of you."
He gave me a wry smile. No, it wasn't quite that. The corners of his lips twitched upwards slightly. He wouldn't smile.
"I know you aren't, and I can't thank you enough for believing in that ridiculous ideal. But, unfortunately, we are one in the same." His intentions were pure, yet they instinctively belittled me. It hurt, of course, but I knew he didn't directly mean it.
"Although, I don't think you deserve it. Any of this." He muttered.
"Maybe I did, though."
Photo credit to Usamorin on Twitter (Y'all better stop reposting the originals without credit do you know how long it took me to find the artist for this)