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" 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 "

" 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘬 "

" 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. "

" 𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦? "

" 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩? "

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『ɢʜᴏsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ 』
ღ Michigo Torchelle ღ

『 ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ɴᴀᴍᴇ/ʀᴇᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ 』
ღ Michiko Nakamura ღ
ღ 中村みちこღ

『 ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs 』
ღ Micha ღ
➷ Given by: Maeng Jae-Hwa

ღ Mitch ღ
➷ Given by: [ insert media specific Asshole character here ]

『 ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs 』
ღ She / They / It ღ

『 ᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ 』
ღ 14 ღ

『 sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ 』
ღ Biromantic ;; Bisexual ღ

『 ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ 』
ღ Cisgirl ღ

『 ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ 』
ღ 5'4 ft. - 163 cm. ღ

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『 ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ 』

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『 ʀᴀᴄᴇ 』
ღ Asian ღ

『 ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ 』

ღ Japanese ღ

『 sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs 』
ღ Elf thing???? ღ
ღ Wandering Spirit ღ

『 ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇs 』
ღ Japanese ღ
ღ English ღ
ღ Korean (learning) ღ

『 ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ 』
ღ Deceased ღ

『 ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ 』

ღ April 24th, 1090 ღ

『 ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜᴅᴀᴛᴇ 』
ღ December 30th, 1104 ღ

『 ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs 』
ღ Right eye is missing ღ
ღ Scar around neck ღ
ღ Scar across nose - covered by bandaid ღ

『 ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ 』
ღ Severely malnourished ღ
ღ Underweight ღ
ღ Hypothermiac ღ
ღ Battered ღ

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『 ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs 』
ღ Polite ღ
ღ Grateful ღ
ღ Brave ღ

『 ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs 』
ღ Quiet ღ
ღ Sensitive ღ
ღ Curious ღ
ღ Naïve ღ
ღ Can't scooby dooby do it anymore ღ

『 ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs 』
ღ Pushy ღ
ღ Annoyed easily ღ
ღ Impatient ღ
ღ Stubborn ღ
ღ Obsessive ღ

『 ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs 』
ღ Post Traumatic Stress Disorder ღ
( Unmedicated, Undiagnosed )

『 ғᴇᴀʀs 』
ღ She doesn't like cliffs ღ
ღ being abadoned ღ

『 ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs 』
ღ Mentions of starvation ღ
ღ Snow. ღ
ღ Fuck dat snow. ღ

『 ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs 』
ღ Hiroshi Nakamura ;; Biological Father ღ
ღ Yuna Nakamura ;; Biological Mother ( Died during childbirth )ღ
ღ Maeng Jae-Hwa ;; Girlfriend ღ
ღ Hana Suzuki ;; Beefing

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『 ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs 』
ღ It doesn't translate to Gacha Club, but Michigo has a key around her neck. It looks like this, but the silver part is yellow. ღ

ღ This is a interdimensional wormhole opener. It can create portals to anywhere at any point at time, and can also be used to reincarnate. Michigo may or may not have nabbed it while she was running away from heaven to go haunt her ex girlfriend. (more on that later) ღ

ღ Michigo wears this choker. Because if she takes it off her head just rolls off. This is not an exaggeration. This literally happens. ღ

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『 ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ 』

Trigger Warnings for anyone that needs it:
Child Abuse, Neglect
Abduction
Mentions of starvation
Heavy gore

ღ Michigo was an aristocrat when she was alive, a princess, actually. She was going to inherit the throne to the Nakamura Dynasty (<-- fictional dynasty (obviously)). She lived most of her life isolated from her peers and higher-ups. She didn't feel the need to socialize outside of what was needed. She liked flowers more. Most days, she spent in the palace's garden, making poetry and smelling flowers. Because what else do you do when you're royalty in 11th century Japan? In 1102 when Michigo was 12, they were in the garden, by a pond writing some poetry by the garden wall. When she felt something on her back. Curious, she brushed it off the back of her kimono and looked at it. It was a flower. And not one from the garden, either. The princess looked up at the wall, and she caught a glimpse of a dainty pale hand retreating. She could see the sleeve of their attire, and it wasn't like any kimono she had ever seen before. Though she had no reason to, she gave the stranger a smile. ღ

" あ、ありがとうございます！"

ღ Michiko said as she held the flower gently in her hands. She looked down at the flower, it was a soft blue color, like the mmidday ocean, or the afternoon blue sky right before it started turning colors. A soft voice from the other side of the garden wall spoke. ღ

" 천안에요. "

ღ As the days went on, the stranger kept returning with flowers, different shapes and colors. Some Michiko already had in the garden, and some that they had never seen before. Michiko's father, 中村ひろし (Hiroshi Nakamura), had told her countless warnings of the dangers of foreigners, and how they should be immediately to the gaurds. But, as time moved along, Michigo started thinking about her dad's warnings. She knew her father would disapprove of her talking to whomstever was on the other side of the wall, but... She was just so nice. She had a lovely voice, even if she barely spoke to Michiko. It was like a lullaby to her. It went on for weeks. Weeks turned into months, and months into years. Michiko cherished the moments the stranger stopped by dearly. Even in her afterlife, she held those memories near and dear to her heart. Michigo remembers the first time she saw the strangers face. Out in the garden as the sun slowly set over the island, she felt the light sound of pitter patter behind the wall. Michiko stood up and caught the flowers. This time, it was yellow tulips. She stood on the tips of her toes and reached up to the top of the wall, barely reaching it. She hoisted herself up and looked the stranger. And to Michiko, she was beautiful. She had skin as white as the clouds in the sky, her hair was dark, like the bark on a dark oak tree. And her eyes... Oh, her eyes. They sparkled like amethysts in the morning sun. Michiko would stare at her eyes all day if the stranger would let her. And her attire wasn't like anything she had seen before. She was used to the high-scale, fancy kimonos her dad would wear and the armor of the palace guards. But she wouldn't deny that the change wasn't a bad one. Her hanbok looked almost as beautiful as she did. All those warnings Hiroshi told her meant nothing the moment she laid her eyes on her. Her lips curled up in a soft smile. She pointed to herself as she began speaking. ღ

" はじめまして私はみちこでづ。どうぞよろしくおねがいします！おなめわなんですか？"

ღ The stranger cocked her head to the side in confusion. Oh, right. She didn't understand Japanese. Michiko let out a small laugh as her cheeks were tainted pink. ღ

"中村みちこです。"

ღ Michiko reiterated, pointed to herself. Then, she flipped her finger to point at the stranger. The unamed stranger nodded in understanding, and she pointed to herself. ღ

"맹재화."
"( Maeng Jae-Hwa.)"

And just like that, the connection Michiko had with Jae-Hwa grew stronger and stronger. She kept all the flowers Jae-Hwa gave her, and used it for symbolism in her poetry. Every day and every night, she thanked the Kamis for sending Jae-Hwa to her. It was like they were destined to love one another. Though, one afternoon, Michiko and Jae-Hwa were on opposite sides of the wall as usual. Jae-Hwa gave her a white lily. Michiko put it in her hair and climbed the wall to get another look at Jae-Hwa. Oh, how she loved her. Even if they barely talked and knew nil about each other. Michiko reached out, and she touched Jae-Hwa's hand for the first time. It was soft, and it felt like the wing of an angel. Jae-Hwa gently smiled as she felt the warmth of the princess's hand. Michiko's cheeks went a light shade of pink as she glanced down at Jae-Hwa's hand beneath her own. She glanced back up at Jae-Hwa, her heart in her throat-

"大好きだよ。"

Michiko said, her grasp on Jae-Hwa's hand tightening. Jae-Hwa looked up at Michiko with a confused look. The princess looked away from Jae-Hwa, a little embarrassed. They let out a small sigh and gently brushed Jae-Hwa's dark brown hair out of her face. ღ

"ジャエちゃん...馬鹿です。"

ღ Michiko quietly said with a small giggle. She rested her hand on Jae-Hwa's cheek. They leaned in, their lips centimeters from hers. But, before she could get that kiss, a guard wandered into the garden, as Jae-Hwa and Michiko were about to kiss. In a fit of shock‐ the guard ran off to tell Hiroshi that his daughter was in love with a foreigner. Michiko looked back at Jae-Hwa, panic in her eyes. Michiko ushered for Jae-Hwa to move aside. And, for the first time, Michiko jumped the wall and ran. She just ran, Jae-Hwa following in suit. Michiko thought back to the nights where she dreamed of exploring the island, but... This wasn't how she thought it would happen. Just... Leaving her entire life behind to explore with her beloved... ღ

Now that she thought about it, it sounded nice.

ღ Back home, word has got out about how Michiko was a traitor to the kingdom, being in love with a foreigner- and a girl, no less. It had people talking, that's for sure. Some sided with Michiko, it's not like you can control who you fall in love with. One immigrant from the Goryeo Dynasty isn't going to topple a nation. Others very, very loudly disagreed. Even going as far as to say that Michiko should be executed for her disgracefulness. Which got―― (a reasonable) ―― "What the fuck?" from the the other side. And henceforth, started a civil war. ღ

ღ Michiko and Jae-Hwa ran for god knows how long. Michiko lost track of time in that period. They went south, and arrived at 函館/Hakodate. They took refuge in a worn-down shrine which hadn't been used since the 7th century. It was worn out, but it worked for what it was. It wasn't very big but it had 4 walls and a roof and thats all they cared about. The two lived in isolation, only having each other to keep company. And for Michiko, that was a dream come-true. But Jae-Hwa, she was not as optimistic. As the months came and went, Michiko and Jae-Hwa started teaching each other their native languages (Japanese and Korean). ღ

November 14th, 1104

ღ Michiko awoke in the early morning, atop a pile of hay which she and Jae-Hwa used as a makeshift bed. She let out a yawn and she stretched. Michiko reached for her hair ties which were hanging on the small hooks of the shrine's roof infrastructure. ღ

"おはようジャエちゃん。"

ღ Michiko said as she combed through her void black hair with her fingers. Though, unlike usual, she didn't hear a follow-up-

" 좋은 아침. "

ღ Michiko looked over to the left side of the shrine, where Jae-Hwa has her bed. But, instead of a still-asleep Jae-Hwa... She was gone. ღ

"ジャエちゃん?！"

ღ Michiko exclaimed in fear, nearly dropping her hair tie. She quickly put her hair up in space buns and stepped outside the temple and looked around, but Jae-Hwa was nowhere to be seen... ღ

"ジャエ！！！"

ღ Michiko called out, but to receive no reply. Her heartbeat quickened as she began thinking of the time they spent together... Did she run off because of something Michiko did? She looked around for a moment, and then she heard the faint sound of a horse... Horses. A lot of horses. Michiko turned around to face whatever was going on and she made eye contact. It was one of the gaurds from the palace. With one swoop, one of the guards picked her up and put her on the back of his horse, and they turned around and started heading back up north. Michiko screamed, she tried to release the guards grip on her, but to no avail. ღ

November 30th, 1104.

ღ Michiko was forcefully brought home, but not in the way she would've liked. In two weeks of travel, they brought Michiko She was thrown downstairs in some dungeon, the only light being a small, thin window in the wall for ventilation. Michiko spent her days staring out that window. The sunlight was her only comfort. The winter came, and it was brutal. Michiko was severely underweight. Barely 87 pounds. The winter breeze seeped in through the window, leaving her pratically frozen. She couldn't feel her body sometimes. She slept for days on end. ღ

December 29th, 1104
14:27
26 hours before Michiko's death

ღ Michiko stared out the window of the cell. It was snowing heavily outside. Michiko reached her hand out towards the window, wishing for freedom.
She didn't know what they were planning to do to her, they hadn't come down here since the night she was abducted. She let out a long sigh. It was so lonely here in this cell. Michiko stood up and walked over to the wall where the window was. She lightly tapped the small crack running down the left side of the window. She could feel the harsh winter breeze glazing her cheeks. ღ

"寒い..."

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Michiko said, chills running up and down her spine. Her fingers twitched and pressed into the wall and there was a little *crrrck.* the crack on the wall had grown. The princess let out a small gasp in shock. They pressed their palms into the crack, and the crack grew, and tiny rocks from the wall fell off. Why was the wall so brittle? Probably because it was submerged by snow for a while. Michiko pressed on the wall once more and it came toppling down. She coughed into the sleeve of her dirty Kimono, fanning the dust out of her face with her other hand. She looked back up to see the wall missing, and snow plopping in through the top. This is it. This is the freedom she's been hoping for. Michiko hoisted herself on the ledge of the ground and pulled herself up. It was a tight fit, but she made it, even though that did damage her Kimono. She stood up and took a large breath of brisk air, and the snow was up to her ankles. And with a sigh, she began running back down south. And during that entire time, only one person was on her mind: Jae-Hwa. ღ

December 30th, 1104
1:04
15 hours before Michiko's death

ღ Michiko shivered as the drudged through the snow. It was coming down hard, the small snowflakes on her skin felt like acid. It was freezing outside, the brisk, aggressive wind whipping her hair around making it hard to see. It was a blizzard. A bad one, too. She was up to knee in snow. She let out a long exhale, watching her breath mistify and dissipate in the wind. She looked up at the sky. It was as black as her hair, not a star in sight. The winter night sky being covered by snow clouds. She had lost feeling in her legs hours ago. Her clothes were ripped and ragged, having snagged on stray rocks and branches from the bare trees. Likewise with her porcerlain skin. Purple, black, blue and red spots all over her shoulders and back. the blood from the cuts were frozen over. Michiko looked down at the snow as she drudged through it. She let out a small sigh, now beginning to regret her decision. ღ

" なぜ... "

December 30th, 1104
14:34
1 hour left.

ღ Michiko pressed a hand against her mouth as she hacked. Her stomach churned uncomfortably. She felt sick, tired, cold, numb, scared, and every other horrible feeling she experienced. She felt feverish and like she was about to pass out at any moment. Everything was swirling around her. Everything in the past was just a blur. She couldn't even remember her own father's face. The only thing she could remember clearly was Jae-Hwa. They needed to get to her, somehow, wherever she may be. ღ

ღ Another 30 minutes out in the blizzard pass. She stumbled her way through the now waist-high snow. She found herself at a valley, very bottom of a canyon. She leaned against the frigid rocks for support. She started thinking. Why? Why did that guard have to come out right before she got to kiss Jae-Hwa? Why did he have to tell? Why did Jae-Hwa disappear back in November? Was she okay? Was she even alive? Michiko coughed as she looked above at the winter clouds. With a shakey breath, she reached out and caught a snowflake on her fingertip, and watched it slowly dissipate. She kept drudging through the canyon until she met a dead end. (badum tss. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.) Michiko stood in front of the wall of rock. What little color she had left on her face drained as she realized just how much time she had wasted coming down here. All of that was for not. She wanted to scream- not just scream, cry too. She wanted to yell at the guard that got her into this whole mess in the first place, yell at her father for being so apathetic, cry for Jae-Hwa, wherever she may be. Cry for Yuna- watching her daughter suffer through the brutal winter months. And cry for herself, having to endure everything that she did. She longed for the spring months again, when she met Jae-Hwa. Just flowers being tossed over the garden wall. Just simple actions, simple conversations, simple looks. Everything was so clear cut, and now she barely see anything in front of her. Michiko swallowed her sorrow and she looked up at the clifftop. Long, sharp icicles formed on the edges. And she... Saw someone. Michiko backed up so she could get a better look. And by the way the silhouette at the top moved, they could see Michiko too. ღ

" 괜찮으세요?! "

ღ Her voiced echoed and bounced throughout the canyon. Michiko had never felt so god damn relieved in her life. Her eyes lit up with hope- ღ

5.

"ジャエちゃん！"

4.

ღ Michiko exclaimed, joy overflowing any sense of rationality. She smiled. For the first time in months, and last time in her life. ღ

3.

" ひあしぶり！だいじょうぶ?！さむい. "

ღ Michiko called from the bottom of the cliff, her voice reverberated off of the walls of the canyon. ღ

2.

ღ Jae-Hwa wasn't moving anymore. She was just standing there, as if she wasn't even listening to Michiko. She looked down at the noirette at the bottom of the canyon. She couldn't make out any details other than that she was there. With an apathetic look in her eyes, Jae-Hwa spoke once more. ღ

" 잘 거. "

*stmp!*
*crrrck!"

1.

"え-?"

【 ღ 】

" AAAAAAHH-!... "

ღ Michiko screamed, her eyes shot open. She fell quiet as she noticed that she wasn't at the canyon anymore. She looked around, she was on presumably a cloud. The ground beneath her was soft and fluffy, unlike the snow she was in just mere seconds earlier. She looked up to see just a regular blue sky. ღ

"What- What even is all this?"

ღ She asked herself as she looked around. She felt a weight on her back, and she couldn't feel her kimono on her anymore, replaced by a softer fabric. Same across her eye, the one the icicle pierced. It was covered by this odd eyepatch thing. She looked down at herself, and she was wearing this dress. She didn't have her normal hair sticks in anymore, or any shoes. Instead, gold painted nails, and a pink ankle bracelet. ღ

" What-?! Who took my clo-?!"

ღ Michiko whirrled around, just to see a large golden gate, decked in pearls. ღ

"What the actual-"

"Hello."

ღ Michiko jumped at the sudden voice. She looked behind her once again and saw someone. Tall and blonde, hair in light curls and a scarf that lazily wrapped around her locks, not doing much to conceal the. She was pale as if she had never seen the sun before. She was wearing a dress similar to Michiko, but more "mature". The blonde looked to be in her late 20s. And most peculiarly- he had a halo. And wings. ღ

" You must be the new soul. "

ღ She said as she approached Michiko, with a small sheet of plastic in her hands. She handed the card to Michiko. The noirette took it with a puzzled look on her face. ღ

"Wh-What... Is this?"

ღ The blonde smiled. ღ

" It's your new I.D."

ღ Said the blonde leaning over to the small card and pointing at the name. ღ

"Michigo Torchelle"

"That's your new name!"

ღ The blonde said. Michiko just now noticed her Finnish accent. ღ

"Wh-Why do I even need this?"

"To protect your identity! Nobody needs to know who you were in your life."

"
"In your life-" What do you even mean by that?! "

" Don't you get it? "

"No."

"You're in heaven. You've died."

ღ Michigo's heart dropped to the lowest pit of her stomach. Her eyes widened.

"Wh-What...? You're kidding... Y-You're kidding, right?!"

ღ The blonde woman just shook her head. ღ

"Not at all. You're in the afterlife, dearie. You're an angel now!"

ღ Michigo bit down on her bottom lip as she looked behind her and she caught a glimpse. ღ
A glimpse of a wing.
" N-No way... Th-This can't be... This isn't real."
ღ Michigo said as she swallowed, trying to suppress the nauseating feeling of dread. She's dead. That was a wrap. Her story's over. She lost everything. Everyone. She'll never see Jae-Hwa again. Or the palace. Or flowers. Or her dad. Or the guards or anything she's ever loved and cared about- just pissed away in a matter of seconds. ღ

"Hey, don't fret now."

ღ The blonde woman said as she placed a hand on the noirette's shoulder, though it did little to comfort Michigo. ღ

"You don't have to worry about anything ever again. All your problems are no longer yours to deal with."

ღ Michigo walked away from the blonde in silence, arms crossed and gripping her shoulders. She reached the edge of a cloud and kneeled down, looking over the edge. She could see the canyon where she had spent her final moments. And the footprints that Jae-Hwa left behind. Michigo didn't even have it in them to cry. It felt numb- hollowed out, even. Which technically they were. ღ

"Hmm. I'll leave you alone to process all of this. Good luck on your afterlife, dearie."

ღ The blonde said, though Michigo couldn't hear her. She was tuned out to the world she was now in, and had her full attention towards the world she used to be apart of. ღ

ღ Months passed since her death. There wasn't even a proper funeral, just a single pink flower where she had lost her life. The kingdom was largely unaffected by her death, as Hiroshi just appointed the General as the new emeror once Hiroshi passed away. Michigo knew minimally of what was going on in the politisphere of her nation, they were too busy keeping an Eye on Jae-Hwa. Every morning till sundown, Michigo watched over her beloved girlfriend. She would give the stars and moom to experience her warmth once more. Though it wouldn't ever happen, and the knowledge that it will never happen ever again stung like a thousand hornets. ღ

ღ Michigo was above a bamboo hut. It had been a while since she died, Jae-Hwa found herself an actual home. She was able to learn Japanese. She was just fully incorporated into the kingdom at this point, like she was never even a foreigner. And now that Michigo's a ghost, she could now actually understand Jae-Hwa. She listened to her speak all the time. It was like the worlds most soothing audiobook or something, despite audiobooks not really existing yet. As if right now, she was watching over her beloved. Unlike her physical body, her unconditional love for Jae-Hwa would never expire. Michigo watched from afar as Jae-Hwa and another girl enter the small hut, giggling and playfully jabbing one another like lovers would. ღ

"Say, say... Didn't you date the princess before she died?"

"Ah, yeah. I did... She was.. Pretty average."

... "average"?

"You mean boring?"

"I mean, that too. But only a bit. She was awfully romantic, despite not me understanding anything she was saying. She was smitten for me. And now, thanks to her, I have a citizenship post-civil war!"

ღ Jae-Hwa replied as the two girls went over to the two cushion chairs on the floor. ღ

"Ahaha. Well, you lucked out... Say, was she a good kisser?"

"Oh, she was too much of a coward to kiss me. She tried once when I saw her face for the first time, but we were caught by some random guard and that's how the war started."

"Do you miss her at all?"

ღ Jae-Hwa laughed at the question. Meanwhile, Michigo listened with a hurt expression on her face. ღ

"Not much."

ღ Those two words. Those hurt more than all of the pain she had been put through during her final months. The starvation, the freezing, the feeling of her head being torn off, it all paled in comparison. Michigo's jaw dropped. She wanted to cry, but nothing came out. She was just so hollow in that moment. She couldn't believe it- It can't be true‐ it just couldn't! Jae-Hwa would never say that earnestly. ღ

"Well... I'm glad you got her outta here for me. Now, I get to have you all to myself!"

ღ The girl said as she leaned in to kiss Jae-Hwa. Michigo said there on the cloud, her mouth agape. There wasn't a word for the things she felt as she watched them kiss. ღ

ღ Her throat felt clogged up. ღ
ღ Her chest felt like it was being compressed. ღ
ღ Her head hurt. ღ
ღ Her stomach hurt. ღ
ღ Her legs felt weak. ღ
ღ She felt like she was about to throw up. ღ
ღ Was this what heartbreak felt like? ღ

"Tell me again baby, how do they say "I love you" over in Goryeo?"

"사랑해요. Hana, you're so forgetful."

ღ The months went by, Michigo idly watching from the comfort of the clouds. Though it didn't do much to ease the nauseating feeling of watching Jae-Hwa and Hana. Watching someone who was once hers drift away, slipping away like sand through her fingers. She watched everything. She saw all of it- When the cuddled, kissed, held hands, when they went on dates. It was all so much. On one hand, she was happy that Jae-Hwa had moved on and didn't cry over her death- she always hated seeing Jae-Hwa sad. And on the other hand, so soon? Another girl to take her place not a week after her death? Any other angels never bothered to check in on her- not even the Finnish lady who had greeted her when she had first arrived. She wouldn't be suprised if nobody knew she was even there. She was far away from anybody she could communicate with. ღ

April 17th, 1106

ღ It was night out. Jae-Hwa and Hana were still together, and Michigo was still grieving over the loss of what would be the first of many, many lives. Michigo watched as Hana sat Jae-Hwa next to her on the yaedatami. Though Hana wasn't a noble, she somehow managed to get her hands on. Jae-Hwa had a cup of tea in her right hand she was sipping on. The two girls talked long into the night, and fell asleep in each others arms. ღ

ღ This wasn't fair. ღ

ღ Jae-Hwa awoke that night to a terrible pain in her upper stomach. Jae-Hwa let out a quiet, strained groan as she sat up, careful to not wake Hana. With a hand over her mouth, she quietly moved off the yaedatami and walked over to the back door and stepped outside as quietly as she could. Jae-Hwa took a deep breath of the fresh air, hoping to settle her stomach. But it didn't do much of anything. It somehow made her nausea worse. ღ

"Ughh-..."

ღ Jae-Hwa quietly groaned before beginning to retch. She doubled over as she emptied her stomach onto the grass beneath her. Jae-Hwa stumbled back inside, dazed and light headed. She quietly closed the door behind her. Her skin felt all clammy and gross, and her dark brown hair was sticking to her forehead. Jae-Hwa walked up to a mirror Hana had hung on the wall. Jae-Hwa's reflection coincided with how she was feeling. Sick and gross. She sighed and leaned forward slightly, moving her hair out of her face. She tucked the front part of her hair behind her ear- ღ

...
ღ She didn't remember Hana looking like that. ღ

ღ There was a silhouette behind her. It was too dark to make out an details other than the outline though. There wasn't anyone in the house other than herself and Hana. But, she didn't look like Hana. The kimono looked torn, like it had been put through a blender. Her hair looked messy, like it hadn't been brushed for months. And- ღ

"Jae-Chan."

ღ Jae-Hwa's heart dropped to the lowest pit of her stomach, alongside what little color she had on her face. It couldn't be. She died two years ago- ღ

"... Why? I loved you. I gave you my time and affection. I did everything right."

ღ Michigo asked, stepping forward. The floor gently creaking as she approached Jae-Hwa from behind. The brunette didn't dare to turn around to face her. As Michigo approached, she could actually make out her features more clearly. Her right eye was gone- in its place a massive hole, covered in red. Her kimono was dirty and torn up. Like it had been thrown into a pack of savage wolves to be used as a toy. Michigo was already incredibly pale when she was alive, but now she just looked sheet white in an unnatural way. Her thin body was covered head to toe in bruises, blemishes, scabs marks and scars. The small chunks of ice in her hair, and frozen blood on her skin sparkled in the moonlight. Alongside another thing stuck in her hair that wasn't ice. And on her hands, there was blood. Fresh blood still dripping from her fingertips. ღ

" Did you lie when you told me that you loved me? "

ღ Michigo replied as she continued talking until she was directly behind Jae-Hwa. She could feel Michigo's paralysing breath on her- it felt like ice cubes were being rubbed against her neck. ღ

" Turn around. "

ღ Michigo said. Jae-Hwa was always used to Michigo being passive and reserved. She always talked politely and softly. So to hear Michigo say something so demanding- ღ

" Turn around. "

ღ Jae-Hwa swallowed hard. She didn't want to look, but she didn't want to find out whar Michigo would do to her if she didn't. She turned around slowly- stalling for as long as she could. She couldn't see Michigo behind her.. She was gone. All that was in her line of sight was Hana on the mattress. But, something was wrong. Blood doesn't drip from your hands while your asleep. ღ

"I... H-Hana..?"

ღ Jae-Hwa quietly stuttered out. Slowly, she approached Hana. The closer she got to her, the more details she could make out. The bed was soaked, the trail of blood starting from her chest. Her skin around that area was ripped― exposing her heart. There was a large red mark where her face used to be. ღ

" I- Hana! HANA!"

ღ Jae-Hwa screamed. Michigo watched Jae-Hwa as she shrieked, poker-faced and unfeeling. After all she had witnessed, she couldn't force any emotions out even with a crowbar. ღ

ღ krrk. ღ
ღ krrk. ღ
ღ krrk. ღ

ღ Jae-Hwa's ears twitched as she heard the floor creak. The brunette whipped around, her eyes quickly skimming the room for any signs of whatever- ღ

" Jae. "
" You hurt me, you hurt me a lot. "
" But- "
" I still love you. "

ღ Michigo's icy cold hands wrapped around Jae-Hwa's neck. ღ

" So I'll make this quick. "

ღ crrrk! ღ

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ღ Michigo couldn't quite recall the last time she had spoke to another person. Nor the last time she saw her wings and halo. She hadn't returned to heaven, and she wasn't planning to anytime soon. She killed 2 people, she doubt that she would even be accepted. For all she knew, the moment she stepped foot on a cloud, it would dissipate beneath her feet, and she'd fall into a dark, firey eternity of suffering. Her wings began to feel bulky and heavy on her back. She wasn't really an angel anymore, she could float around without them just fine. So naturally, she discarded them. She kept them around for whatever reason. Probably because they looked cool with the way that the feathers ombre'd from white to pink. Torchelle walked across a grassy plane near her old, since-abandoned palace. Terrible memories accompanied this home. But sbe did find comfort in knowing that it couldn't hurt her anymore, even if it wanted to. She's already deceased, what more damage can a person do? ღ

ღ Something had been poking her in her back ever since she ran away from heaven. It was sharp, but it was far to wide to be a needle or whatnot. Even though she didn't have a nervous system or pain receptors anymore. She let out a small wince as she laid on her back. She hadn't checked it yet, being so busy dealing with Jae-Hwa and Hana. The adrenaline filtered out the sharp poking sensation anyways. Michigo sat up on the grassy hill, the brisk spring breeze lightly blowing her ink black hair. She reached her right hand over into her dress to try and fish out whatever had been the cause of her discomfort. She felt something. Relieved, she pulled it out. ღ

ღ It was a key. Blue and gold. ღ

ღ Michigo looked over this odd key. It shone like a star in the midnight sky with the way the sun bounced off of it. Did this fall in her dress when she jumped the gate? It did fit the general aesthetic of heaven. She inspected the end of the key. It didn't look like anything she had seen before. ღ

ღ Michigo stood up and stretched. ღ

* wrrrp. *

ღ What was that? ღ

ღ Michigo looked to the right and saw a slim white glowing line, no thicker than a strand of hair. She looked down at the key in her hand. It was glowing white. Michigo turned the key to the right. ღ

ღ A portal appeared infront of her where the white line used to be. A glowing swirl of blue, purple and pink. Michigo took a step back instinctively. She took a glance around her, the field was still empty. Nothing except her, her thoughts, and this portal. ღ

ღ Well, she's already dead and she's presumably not welcome in heaven anymore. What's the worst that can happen? ღ

ღ So, she stepped through the portal. ღ

ღ She didn't even know where she was... For as far as she could see it was just... Space. Stars, space dust, the occasional asteroid zipping past... It was just Space. Beneath her feet was a long stretch of white space dust. Michigo took a few steps, but something pink and glowing caught her eye... It was a doorway, it looked like it was made of gold. And in that doorway seemed to be anothet portal, but pink. There was white writing right above the doorway. ღ

ღ LIFE 01: ღ
ღ Michiko Nakama ღ
ღ 1090-1104 ღ

ღ ... "Life 01?" ღ

ღ She looked down the isle, and there were more doorways. A lot of doorways. For as long as her eye could see, but none of them had portals. Instead, there was a chain around them held by a lock. Michigo walked up to the doorway next to the first one, unlocked and pulled the chain off, and a new portal ignited to life. This time, it was green. However, the text was different this time. ღ

ღ LIFE 02: ღ
ღ UNDECIDED ღ
ღ XXXX - XXXX ღ

ღ Then it clicked. Holy shit. This is how reincarnation works. ღ

ღ Michigo stood there for a while, contemplating. What if she stepped through and started a new life. Maybe the world would be kinder to her this time. Her first life was filled with... Well, you read it. The ghost sighed and took a step through the portal. It can't be worst than the first. ღ

『 ღ 』

ღ Well, this is different. ღ
ღ Michigo, somehow, had retained her memories of her past life. But her name wasn't Michigo now- it was Bayani. In this life, she was the 7th child of a farmer. The year? She had no idea. She never bothered with the year, or month, or day unless absolutely necessary. Time had lost all meaning by this point. She just wanted to live a life. Truth be told, she had a difficult time adapting to a humble life such as this one, but this one had significantly less suffering than 01. Now, she just played with the sheep and help out around the farm. The days of her first life was far, far behind her now. The memories swept away like dust in the wind. It barely crossed her mind nowadays. ღ

January 18th, 1578

ღ Bayani walked down to the local market alongside her brothers and sisters, all of them carrying some sort of fruit or vegetable in a basket. Bayani was carrying a basket full of Alugbati. The 7 siblings strolled down the rocky path, it had to be about 5 kilometers from here to the farm. The path was bumpy and rocky, some of her siblings nearly tripping over the stray pebbles. Bayani laughed at them quietly each time the oldest nearly fell over. ღ

ღ "Stop laughing." ღ

ღ Lakan said as Bayani giggled from behind him. ღ

ღ "It's funny, though." ღ

ღ Bayani replied. But just as karma would have it, Bayani then tripped herself, dropping her basket in the process. It tumbled into the bottom of a dried up lake. In return, Lakan let out a chuckle at his younger sister's misfortune. ღ

ღ "God damn- I'll get it! You can keep going, I'll catch up." ღ

ღ Bayani excalimed. Her siblings shrugged and kept walking like Bayani had requested of them. Bayani made her way down to the empty river bank and reached over to pick up her basket. She inspected it to make sure no damage had occured to it- but just then it something fell on her head. She picked it up and looked at it. ღ

ღ It was a flower. ღ

ღ She looked above at the bridge and she saw a girl, presumably Spanish. Her skin was as pale as the moonlight and her hair the color of dark chocolate in loose curles. Her eyes were like black holes, endless abysses that's certainly deadly, but at the same time, so inticing. ღ

ღ "... Gracías. " ღ

ღ "De nada." ღ

ღ And the cycle began anew. ღ

【 ღ 】

ღ This wasn't the first. And it wouldn't be the last. Hundreds of lives passed, reliving the same pattern of romance turned misery. Whenever Michigo died, she didn't awake in heaven, instead back at the portal area, where she unlocked a new life and began again. ღ

ღ Michigo awoke in the familiar chill of Downtime. She sat up like she did hundreds of times with an exasperated groan. She wanted to scream, another failure. She stood up and pulled the sides of her hair. And then she noticed somethong. There was a white strand of hair. ღ

ღ Michigo seperated the strand from the rest of her hair and stared at it. She didn't really like it. She sighed and took down her space buns and redid them, purposfully putting the white strand in, where it would be hidden. ღ

ღBut that wouldn't be the only thing to change. Ever so often, she wad brought back to Downtime, what she named the portal area, she wore some of her clothes from her previous life that had just ended. A beret, from her life as a newspaper writer in 1800s France. An eyepatch, she stole from a tailor in 700s China. A blouse, she wore alongside her skirt and apron while she was serving for Queen Victoria. Gloves and an overal skirt, from the mid 2000s she found at Justice. ღ

ღ

And each life passed, another strand turned white. Thousands of lives, millions of years passed, still searching for that one. Where it's just Jae-Hwa and Michigo. Together. She ran herself ragged looking for that one life. Just once. It didn't even need to be a healthy one, all she wanted was to be with Jae-Hwa and stay in that relationship until the very end. ღ

ღDoes it ever end?ღ

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