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I've been a fool, Masayo Ito.
Warnings: Just angst, bit of manipulation.
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I've been such a fool, and you've been childish.
Things have changed, changed so much. She didn't know where it all went wrong, the feeling of her throat closing up on her became normal at this point. She felt like her leaving as all her fault, something she wouldn't be able to change. She wasn't coming back, and Masayo had to accept the consequences she made.
You fell down, you got hurt chasing sweeter dreams.
It seemed like they both had the same dream, the fork in the road never bothered them before. But now, that fork in the road is what destroyed them both. The scraped knees from falling and getting back up seemed to heal multiple times before, bandaids useless from their last fall. The wound will forever stay there.
Never could, hide the truth in your eyes.
Masayo knew that actions always spoke louder than words, of course they did. Maybe that's why the bloody nose she felt was screaming louder taunts at her than REDACTED was. But this is her fault, right? She must hate her for a reason, to hit her in the face and cause such a ruckus. It was obviously her fault, yet the way the others' eyes shined spoke differently.
That's how I knew, that smile was a lie.
'Will I ever be good enough for you?, I promise, I promise I'll make myself better for you. Just love me back, please.' Was what she thought would fix the problem, the one sided love, relationship, friendship. Masayo thought she could fix them.
"I love you." Is something you never say.
They never spoke again after that incident in middle school, their relationship being held by a very tiny thread, now broken. That thread laid saturated color in Masayo's guilty hands. The tears in her eyes never meant a thing, because in the end, both parties believed all of this was her fault.
And forever would be.
Couldn't get it out, always pulled away.
The basketball Masayo held never felt the same either, she could feel her stomach punch itself in every way possible as she held it. Lunch from before threatening to come back out to haunt her, point names at her while her face sunk of color. REDACTED wouldn't be here to save her this time,
Just laugh at her too.
So then why, please won't you tell me why!
Masayo knew the reasons, of course she did. But she was always too blind to see that she, herself, wasn't responsible for the others' actions. Even if she thought that she was, thinking that the way she acted was the reason why, her appearance, everything. Masayo would never be able to face the truth.
You could find the words, to say goodbye.
Masayo knew that they were never coming back, Her little sister eventually picking up the stray pieces of glass Masayo left scattered around, and tried to save her failing basketball talent herself. Which made Masayo sick to her stomach, was she really that bad of a sister to her? Making her pick up her mess,
Please, just say goodbye.
I'm such a mess.
Hair clinging to her face, her shoes untied, coat barely even hanging onto her body, she was a mess. Forever will be one, 9th grade year is coming up soon, and she'll forever be known as Masayo Ito. Masa-Chan will never be here again, REDACTEDS Sweet , soft voice will never be there to greet her in the morning. Masayo was finally alone.
Masayo Ito slowly began to lose a piece of herself.
I'm in love, still in love.
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hello again!! another masayo chapter!!^^ this more centered with just her after the incident in the other chapter, based off the song Baka Mitai! A song i love so much
hopefully, after this, i can post another writing i have just saved here in my doc^^
