[ Monika glares for a moment, then she abruptly lets go of Mikan's neck. ]
You're sorry.
[ She looks away, mouth twisted into a scowl. What's she sorry for? That she told her the truth? God, those fucking nobodies were always getting all the attention!
Her head turns back. Maybe this isn't love after all. Maybe it was a sign. And since Mikan resembled the one she hated most of all, it'd be fitting for her to get the same treatment.
All of a sudden, Monika drives herself forward without a sound, plunging the dagger she'd formed in her hands into Mikan's abdomen, once, twice, three times, digging in the last stab with relish. A twisted smile forms as the blood spills over her hands, warm and thick. It's Yuri's face she sees staring back at her, and it's beautiful. ]
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You're sorry.
[ She looks away, mouth twisted into a scowl. What's she sorry for? That she told her the truth? God, those fucking nobodies were always getting all the attention!
Her head turns back. Maybe this isn't love after all. Maybe it was a sign. And since Mikan resembled the one she hated most of all, it'd be fitting for her to get the same treatment.
All of a sudden, Monika drives herself forward without a sound, plunging the dagger she'd formed in her hands into Mikan's abdomen, once, twice, three times, digging in the last stab with relish. A twisted smile forms as the blood spills over her hands, warm and thick. It's Yuri's face she sees staring back at her, and it's beautiful. ]
I guess everyone else could use some company.