"Mizuki . . . ."
"How are you here?" they repeated.
"Amia. Please don't kick me out of your sekai."
"I'm not Mafuyu." They look so . . . tired and lifeless. Ena noticed.
Ena offered them her hand and helped them up.
"Tell me how you got here."
She explained, ending with, "How do you get out of here?" "I'll show you. Amia, you can come too. I'm assuming you two met?"
Real Ena realized that's what Mizuki named Sekai Ena. Amia. Then they made it their Nightcord username. Before they knew about Real Ena.
Mizuki led them right to the edge of the sekai. What?
"It's down there," said Mizuki, pointing over the edge into the void.
Sure enough, there was the 'shard' stretching like a net over the world.
The only way out . . . was to jump.
"This is ridiculous. Why couldn't we just stop playing some song or something like Mafuyu's sekai?" protested Ena.
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"I'll jump with you." Mizuki replied, wrapping their arms around Ena, as if hugging her from behind. Before Ena could protest, they walked off the edge, pushing them both off hurtling into the void.
Amia watched them plummet, looking down at them before going back into the sekai.
All Ena could focus on was the hole opening up in her stomach,
and Amia's, no Mizuki's ragged breath on her cheek.
Their hands were wrapped around her like she was the only thing keeping them from dying.
The fall lasted far too long . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . they fell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and fell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and fell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and fell . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . until the void didn't just surround . . them . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . it became of a part of their . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . souls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . attached forever . . . . . . . . .
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Mizu-ena fell into Mafuyu's sekai.
All of a sudden, Mizuki crashed into the ground first, cushioning Ena from the majority of the accumulated momentum's energy.
Akiyama Mizuki couldn't breathe.
Something soft was pressed against their neck, and there was a suffocating weight on their body . . . . were they being buried alive?
Suddenly, the weight was lifted. Ena's concerned yet weirdly blurry face appeared above them. Her features were distorted. "Mizuki . . . are you okay?! Are any of your bones broken?"
It was fine. Most of the nerve endings in Mizuki's back were dead, anyway. Nonetheless, there were still sick bruises. After all, they fell through the void nearly every day to go see Amia. This was nothing.
They were glad that they had the foresight to hug Ena, or she might've been injured because of them. Mizuki had sworn that ever since Ena had revealed her past about their emotionally abusive father and her art, they would make sure to take care of her.
If they failed . . . . they didn't even want to know what would happen to Ena, who was so intent on spending time with them these days.
Mizuki wouldn't, no, couldn't go back to being alone. Even if they had Amia, she wouldn't be able to let Ena go. Not now. Not ever.
After all,
Ena was the only reason they got up in the morning.
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🗝 Mizuena - Why Did You Leave Me All Alone
Fanfiction(lore) so mizuena but m has a sekai and sorta commits murder+suicide
