IRC-Galleria

They say you're dead. October 14th, 9:13pm and they switched off the whatever-machines keeping you alive.

As if I'd care. You were mere a walking corpse after all. I never cared.

I hate you.

I hate your fucking inhumanity; your numbness, whether I insult you or kiss you. You were cold and now your body's cold too, so doesn't it suit you well, Odagiri?

I'm not gonna use your first name again. You disgust me, so why would I bother calling you Ryu? It makes me cry, it makes me fucking cry and I'm hating you even more. What gives you the right to make me cry? I don't want to. I'm not good with feelings like these.

Tell me, tell me why did you fucking die on me?!

I hate you.

I miss you.


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