S O M E   P E O P L E   F E E L   T H E   R A I N
others just get wet

"Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk but no flowers grow."

vincent van gogh.

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I.     A LETTER TO THE DEARLY DEPARTED

     The usual suspects are all here, then in the blink of an eye, before she even realises it for herself, they're gone. She's alone once more in the same morgue she's spent most of her life in, the scent of embalming fluid soaks her skin. How did this happen, where did they go? The silence answers her questions with its cool apathy, only the bittersweet memories replay in her mind. Like ghosts, she can still see them haunting the empty spaces of where they used to be. The cocky smiles, the raucous laughter, the warm hugs after a long while. She can still feel them like a phantom limb, the pain shoots through her heart as a fleeting reminder. But it's not there, they're not here.

( Dear God, please bring them back, bring them back, bring them back. It's not fair that you take the good ones from this world, pluck them from the earth as if they're inconsequential wildflowers. She misses them, her hands are still searching for their shorn stems. There's still so much left that she wants to say to them. )

II.     AN ELEGY TO THE FALLEN

     This is how it ends, quietly without a struggle. Like witnessing a supernova in a far off galaxy as it exhales one last breath in its final moments. There's a sense of tragedy in watching the death of a star, especially one that he's spent his entire life looking at. The sky seems colder now as it blinks out of existence leaving behind a gaping void where his eyes have grown accustomed to trail. It takes a part of him with it as he can only watch helplessly from the sidelines. Not even the gods can stop the cycle of life and death, what more can a mere mortal creature like him do? There is no solace in the knowledge of his own futility, that he's so incapable of doing the one thing that he's born to do.

( How do you bury a star? It feels like he should be putting it back in the heavens, deified within the halls of immortality. Ethereal things do not belong on the ground or within the sea. Yet he watches them fall one by one, slowly, at the speed of five centimeters per second, like fading cherry blossoms in spring. )

"No one sees what you see, even if they see it too."

W E   W E R E   B O T H   B Y S T A N D E R S
watching everyone else walk past

I E I R I   S H O K O            家 入 硝 子.

GRADE ONE SORCERESS. possessor of reverse cursed technique, the girl who was left behind. born november seventh, nineteen eighty-nine with blood type a. fondness for strong cigarettes, beer with karaage and having a good night's sleep. don't ever forget her.

K U R O S A W A   H O M U R A            黒 沢 炎.

SPECIAL GRADE ONE SORCERER. inheritor of the gate of hell, the guardian dog who couldn't protect anyone. born july twelfth, nineteen eighty-six with blood type o. fondness for artisanal coffee, martial arts and beating up the six eyes brat. don't ever disappoint him.

K U R O S A W A   S A Y U R I            黒 沢 小 百 合.

SPECIAL GRADE SORCERESS. inheritor of the gates of heaven and hell, the ghost filled with regrets. born april eighth, nineteen ninety with blood type ab. fondness for plum sake, the eternal blue of his eyes and being surrounded with friends. don't ever leave her alone.

G O J O   S A T O R U            五 条 悟.

SPECIAL GRADE SORCERER. inheritor of the limitless and six eyes, the god desperately trying to save everyone. born december seventh, nineteen eighty-nine with blood type b. fondness for baked potato with butter, the gentle touch of her lips and ensuring the mistakes of the past do not repeat. don't ever get in his way.

G E T O   S U G U R U            夏 油 傑.

SPECIAL GRADE SORCEROR. possessor of cursed spirit manipulation, the boy who left everything behind. born february third, nineteen-ninety with blood type o. fondness for cold soba, the spring of their youth and being true to who he is. don't ever say he forgot.

H A N A J I M A   R E N            花 島 恋.

GRADE TWO SORCERESS. inheritor of the shinigami's embrace, the apprentice with an aura of mystery. born october thirty-first, two thousand and two with blood type a. fondness for shabu shabu, capturing moments on film and annoying her classmates. don't ever underestimate her.

I   W A S   Q U I E T
but i was not blind

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02          TRIGGER BY SEORI
03          BLISS BY CALM BOY
04          SEVEN BY JUNG KOOK, LATTO
05          KARMA BY DEMIAN
06          LIKE A FOOL BY NIVE, SAM KIM
07          BITTERSWEET BY WONWOO, MINGYU, LEEHI
08          MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT BY MONSTA X
09          THE WEEKEND BY 88RISING, BIBI
10          UR JUST A FAN BY SUGGI

AUTHOR'S NOTE. i love shoko so much, she's basically my anime doppelganger, i'm not even kidding. there's something about jujutsu kaisen that brings out all the angst in me, all my fics in this universe is tragic and sad. well, at least shoko's story will be the happiest of them all.

warnings;   character death, alcohol use, underage drinking, smoking, mild sexual content.

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