And it hurt. His mouth couldn't speak the words he wanted. He wanted to beg for Sae. He wanted to beg for a second chance.
But not like this. Not in this body he felt he couldn't.
Watching his phone buzz with each notification, he'd only just look at them briefly before standing up. He'd approach the mirror. How . . disgusting. How . . problematic he has become. Death felt like the only way to escape this horrific body. He couldn't do anything right. +
📱: before you do something stupid and irrational again, stop and fucking think for a second.
( clearly very unamused with the pattern bunny has given him as he types on his phone, using the ip address to send it to the authorities.
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He couldn't say anything that would fix the situation between him and his beloved Sae.
Removing his own shirt, his red eyes, bland from the overwhelming emotions he was feeling. Emotional attachment to a cat was one thing, but he lost his Sae-Chan. His pride. His everything. +