Sugar Hiccup (Yandere)

Sorrow And Frustration

As the funeral ended,

People then began to walk back to the parking lot,

And it was clear they were happy

With this development.

Nana, who was actually the one beside you to pass tissues,

Was walking alongside you,

Glancing at the (usually) women who were whispering

As they passed by.

"That's... that woman's child right?"

"Yeah... I heard he was the first to find her corpse... Maybe he--"

"Psst, he can hear you."

Whispers.

"Finally. That woman killed her b*@#%y self."

You were about to move,

Maybe punch the living daylights out of that woman,

When Nana's firm grip held you back.

Having cried,

You didn't have the strength to pull yourself

Out of her grip.

Nana gave you a smile

That wasn't really meant to assure you,

but to say, 'wait.'

You gave her a look,

Telling her you were agitated,

But she held you back with a stronger grip

And you groaned.

Nana offered to take you back with her car,

And you just nodded weakly.

At home,

You felt like crying again.

You could still remember her stand at the kitchen

And tell you, 'Breakfast is ready!'

But you could only see her silhouette

As your eyes glazed over.

You stumbled with your footing,

And Nana supported you.

Hours passed and it was midnight.

Nana was at the kitchen making something,

And you sat emotionless at the table.

"Hey, hunny bunch,"

'Huh?'

"Hunny bunch! Hey!"

'Huh...?'

Your blurry vision cleared,

And you pulled backwards

At the sight of Nana's face really close to you.

She raised a brow.

"Were you listening?"

"Eh? Ah, yeah!

What were we talking about again?"

She sighed.

"As I was saying,

I thought maybe it should be better

If I stay at your house."

"What?"