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A door opens into an apartment and a girl walks in. It is dark.
"Uika? Are you there? Your message said to just come in, so..."
She closes the door behind her, and it locks automatically. She doesn't notice. There is no more light from outside. There is no more light anywhere.
"Listen, I'm really sorry about everything... I didn't mean to ignore you I just didn't want to hurt you. Are you okay?"
She cautiously enters the apartment, feeling around for the light switch. She remembers where it is and flips it on, but nothing happens. She tests it again. Maybe it's broken.
"Uika? Is everything alright? Where are you? What's going on?"
She walks deeper into the dark, slowly, carefully. She's aware that something isn't right, but she's determined to make amends and heal the hurt that she's caused. And she's worried about her friend, who's been missing for weeks. Of course something would be wrong after what she did. It's all her fault after all.
"I just... everyone around me always ends up getting hurt... Any time I open up, any time I let myself hope or love or dream, I keep hurting the people closest to me. I didn't want to hurt you too, so I thought I had to leave. I didn't realize that leaving would hurt you more..."
She makes it into the main room of the apartment, feeling her way along in the dark. She bumps into something and jumps, startled. It's wet. She wipes it off, suppressing a shudder of disgust.
She keeps probing her way deeper. Step by step, inching forward. Left is the kitchen, so she turns right towards the loft. One arm on the wall, one arm in front of her, to preempt any more unwanted collisions. Back to where she briefly felt safe. Where she briefly felt home.
"God I just. I feel like an idiot. I shouldn't have ignored you, I shouldn't have left. Honestly, I was just running away from my problems. I thought... if I didn't think about them then they wouldn't exist, they wouldn't be able to hurt me. But I didn't think about anyone else. I've been so selfish... Uika? Are you there?"
She finds her way to the stairs, feeling around for the railing. Maybe the lamp in the loft still works. Maybe her friend is there. She mounts the stairs and ascends, careful not to trip in the dark. She climbs, one step at a time.
"Uika? Where are you?"
She reaches the top, climbs onto the platform where she once slept, where she neglected her friend despite overtures of coffee and donuts, too consumed by her own pain to notice anything around her. She shuffles forward. Her feet bump into something soft. The futon? It's still out. It feels warm.
"Are you sleeping? Uika it's me, I'm here."
A rustle. The sound of movement. Before she knows what's happening-
The girl shrieks.
"Oh my god Uika is that you, you scared me, why did you jump out like that? Why is it so dark in here? What is that-"
A body pressed up against her, pinning her to the wall. Hot, fast breaths. A spike of adrenaline, her heart pounding in her throat.
"Saki-chan you're here you're real you're finally here it's not just my imagination again is it it's really you you're so warm you're so real..."
She doesn't know what to make of her friend's words. She expected her friend wasn't doing well, but she isn't prepared for this. How could anyone prepare for this?
"Uika? Uika what's going on are you okay? Let's get out of here and-"
She is interrupted by a shout.
"NO! No no no no no nonononono I can't. I can't let you do that I can't let you leave like this... Not again I can't... I'll never..."
She still thinks she can handle this.
"Uika please calm down, just take a deep breath. Uika please listen to me I'm not going to leave you I just-"
Her words are cut off by a line of cold against her throat.
"I- Uika what are you doing-"
The knife presses into her skin and she stops trying to talk. She starts to panic. Her friend crowds her in, ragged breaths in her ear. Body shaking. She doesn't know what's going on.
"Saki-chan you're here you're mine you'll always be mine I'm never letting you leave again Saki-chan I love you so much Saki-chan Saki-chan Saki-chan please please I love you."
Her friend leans close, knife between their bodies, trembling in her friend's frantic grip. Lips press against hers, a frenetic and desperate attempt to claim what was lost. She tries to push back but is overwhelmed, mentally and physically. The kiss is a mess, teeth clacking and lips rough, fierce and biting and feral.
"Saki-chan... Come back to me I missed you so much I'll be yours I'll be your doll I'll do anything please just stay with me forever..."
Her friend pants into her mouth, begging. How did this happen? When did things go so wrong between them?
"Saki-chan I want you so badly I've always wanted you but you never even LOOK AT ME but I could never hate you no matter how much it hurt but I can't do that again... I never should have let you leave but I won't make that mistake again"
She feels the knife leaving her throat and breathes a sigh of relief as the tension leaves her body, her friend pulling back and giving her space.
Suddenly she feels a bright hot pain and a foreign cold in her chest. It's wet. Her mind tries to process what just happened, but it can't. She looks down towards the source of the intrusion, but can't see a thing.
"Uika... What... Why..."
A slick wet sucking as the knife withdraws, flesh clinging to it, as if her body is reluctant to let it go. It hurts. She can feel herself getting lightheaded. There's so much blood. Everything is wet.
"I love you, Saki-chan... I love you so much it's driving me crazy and if I can't have you then nobody else can... This way you can never leave, never never never again. I love you, don't you see? Can't you feel it, Saki-chan? Can't you feel my love for you? I can't feel anything else."
Her friend kisses her again, this time so tenderly and gently, hands cradling her face. She can feel hot tears on her skin, but she doesn't know who's crying.
She can't hold herself up anymore, and slides against the wall to collapse onto the floor. Her friend's hands are the only thing that's keeping her upright, keeping her from collapsing like a puppet with its strings cut. The kiss is so gentle. It feels like an ending.
She wraps her arms around her friend, staining them both with her life's blood as it leaves her body. Maybe she does understand. Maybe she could love her friend back. But it's getting so fuzzy. It hurts. It's hard for her to think. Everything feels so cold. Except the body of her friend, which is so, so warm.
♥
Uika cradles her Saki-chan's head, running her fingers through her hair and smiling. It's so soft! Saki-chan is finally here with her, and she's never going to leave again! She made sure of that. Sure it was a bit messy, but it was worth it for this. It was a hard to get her knife through the spine at the back of Saki-chan's neck though, but once she found the gap between the disks it just slipped right through! And now Saki-chan is here! Uika cuddles Saki-chan's head, her body bloody and discarded on the other side of the loft. She curls up on the rumpled futon and drifts off to a peaceful, dreamless sleep for the first time in years.