You open the door to find this on your doorstep. Attached is a note that reads, “Merry Christmas, Matsuda! I wasn’t sure what to get, so I thought I should get you the best thing in the world; me! How clever am I! Xoxo ♥”
The mere sight of the figurine caused him pain, physical and mental both. His stomach flipping at the realization that his once important person was in this poor excuse of a reality, his grotesque scar ached as a permanent reminder of what she’d done, and nausea quickly crawled up his throat.
Picking up the note attached, he gives it the quickest skim to confirm his suspicion before immediately crunching it in his fist. Seizing the rest of the gift quickly, he brings it inside with severe disgust, blessing that Madarai wasn’t around despite himself. It’s a miracle he managed to find this before he did, but all the same, it’s a present that would do nothing but cause him trouble.
Not unlike the girl herself.
A single finger lifts to massage his growing headache, lips deep into a distraught frown. She’d used him, failed to recognize him after regaining her memories, felt nothing, indulged herself as he’d died and spat cruelties despite his last, pathetically begged words. But this person was all he’d had since their childhood, the one he’d sought to protect no matter how hard he’d fall into irreversible depravity.
Ignoring the sharp pain of the plastic digging into his palms, he clutches it with bare white knuckles, undeniably furious. This entire gift was a joke, fake and vain, perfectly in her image. And yet, he can’t simply throw it in the trash, let Madarai find it, and have an ultimate revenge take place for them both. She was all he had in his life, even up until death.
Frustration consumes him from the inside, builds up until all he can do is throw the doll hard enough to dent the wall and loath himself.
What more does she want? He takes two breaths, one closer to seething, another closer to calm. He’d find a way to get rid of this for her sake, and he’d do his damnedest to avoid her for his own.
