Moving On||Seikuu
He blamed himself for what happened. He truly did. The words that had been exchanged between them...he’d never really raised his voice to her. He never defended himself that strongly against anyone before except for his father. And only then because he started being able to defend himself against the older man.
He felt awful as he worked on changing the many locks to his mansion. Giving her a key to the place had been his way to telling her he trusted her enough to be there. Trusted her enough to respect his unspoken boundaries. If only that had been the case, right?
Even though she had broken his trust, Keisuke felt like he was at fault. That he had been a bad partner by not talking about certain things or possibly withholding the truth. Sure, he said he didn’t need to divulge that information even if he had reached that level of comfort with her, but was that really the best decision?
Wouldn’t it have been better had he just shared it? Not gotten as emotional as he did? It was just his past!
And he could never really forget those words. His brain held accurate recordings of her voice:
"What kind of person doesn't tell their loved ones that kind of stuff?!"
"I'm not saying it's easy but...I thought we were at a point that we can talk about anything. Show the good and the bad."
"Fine then. I don't need someone who can't even feel comfortable with expressing himself!"
Keisuke yanked a bit too hard on the door knob, ripping it from the door. Wood splintered and cracked. The kaizorg cursed and threw the knob to the ground in frustration. He looked down at his hand for a long moment, took a deep breath, and leaned his head against the door frame. "I really am an awful person, aren’t I?”













