laito angst? i heard laito angst? my favorite type of angst? :3
~Annabel Lee~
Her body was cold.
A blade of light sliced through her hair, scattering across the pew—spiders, he thought, weaving their webs there.
On the pallor of her face, it rose like the moon—inevitable, even as the sun like her faded. Resting on her cheek, the kaleidoscope of light spilled through the church’s mosaic.
He curled beside her, close to the once-aching body—a child longing, perhaps, for the fantasy of what his mother should have been.
“Ne, bitch-chan…” His voice cracked, a twisted tenderness. “You look beautiful… like mine, even.”
He buried his face in her neck, inhaling the scent of death and the last whispers of what’s left—too many dried bite marks, too many scabs. “Your God really is cruel…”
“Won’t you come back? Please… I can say it, just like that.”
His voice cracked again, her pallid skin soaking in the tears he couldn’t shed—tears of fear, sorrow, everything he consumed just to avoid draining her to the bone. Only for her to leave him like this. Alone.
“I love you.”
This was his punishment. This was his fault.
When he asked to borrow Subaru’s knife, Subaru didn’t question it. He understood.
“My Juliet… Ah… it can’t be helped, I guess.”
One stab, and he joined you—your Romeo, if only in the depths of hell, your kingdom by the sea.
