[Flashback] tsumibito.

[Touko Fukawa]

general set of unrelated flashbacks and thoughts, which i'll be putting here when... i want to write whichever one of the two isn't using the body right now, to be perfectly honest.

Ah, it isn't like she kills for any sort of reason!

But it's just expected of her, isn't it?

Because when you look at it, really, isn't love supposed to hurt?

When she wakes up covered in bruises, when she has her hair pulled out by the roots, when her heart gets torn to shreds by words, isn't that love, too? After all, didn't the adults always whisper that to her? "He's just being mean because he likes you." "It's for attention."

So, when those feelings burst forth into bloom inside her chest- her desires to hurt, maim, destroy- those moments where her heart was consumed with nothing more than the burning need to stab, keep stabbing, watch them struggle, choke on the blood draining down their throat, bloom in scarlet colors dripping and splattering across the walls-

Wasn't that, in a way, love?