[He locks the door behind them, setting the key on the desk-- if she wanted to leave, she could, but he didn't want anyone else coming in. It felt like there was a storm in his head, dark and sickening, and he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, lacing his fingers together tightly around the harmonica.
If there was no murder this week, Hizumi would come here, and he'd immediately seek a way to die. He'd done it before... he'd do it again in a heartbeat.
...And that blood would be on Ayumu's hands too, just like Kanon's. A senseless, desperate loss of life.]
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[He locks the door behind them, setting the key on the desk-- if she wanted to leave, she could, but he didn't want anyone else coming in. It felt like there was a storm in his head, dark and sickening, and he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, lacing his fingers together tightly around the harmonica.
If there was no murder this week, Hizumi would come here, and he'd immediately seek a way to die. He'd done it before... he'd do it again in a heartbeat.
...And that blood would be on Ayumu's hands too, just like Kanon's. A senseless, desperate loss of life.]
I know.... I know.