Ukyo knew you.

Of course, everyone would after that.

Your face was so scared. And when everyone saw your terrified expression, on the news screen, in the street, they froze.

And then, you smiled, tears down your face, as the sledge hammer smashed into your head.

It's sad, how a little waitress, who kept to herself and her friends, could become so popular.

No one knew that you were, in fact, alive.

Of course, Ukyo knew.

Because, he was the one who "killed" you.

He didn't know that himself though. At that moment, he was THAT guy. The guy he didn't know about, who despised you. So, obviously, while you were unable to speak in your medical coma, he hunted down your abuser.

Ukyo knew. He knew you.

And he also knew that the person who hurt you, wouldn't have much longer to live.

~

In your coma, you awoke. You couldn't remember exactly where you were, just that there were lots of windows, all of them black. Rusted shut, almost painted on.

You weren't, necessarily, standing. But you walked forward, towards the large wall of window.

Behind you, there was a door. But screw doors. Why were these windows like this?

Why did they keep you from seeing outside?

You reached out and touched them.

A rumble resounded, like a sheet of aluminum being wiggled, vibrating.

You looked toward the wall on your right. You walked over and grabbed the chair that sat against the wall.

You raised the chair, high-into the air, and threw it at the windows.

They broke and shattered, like the top of a creme brulee.

In your own mind, you felt the very root of sanity blurring with insanity that had hit you. The insanity that had struck you with the sledge hammer, came from someone close to you. It had to have been someone you had met, or half-met.

Because before dying, in front of the camera, he said, "Goodbye my love."

So when you awoke from your medical coma, you weren't surprised to see the eyes of your lover, Ukyo.

It was....the other Ukyo though. The one you had seen, cursing your existence. The one who wanted you dead.

And all though you promised to love every part of Ukyo, you could not help but despise this side.

This man.

Oh this man.

He robbed you of something.

Not your pride, not your dignity.

He robbed you of your respect for Ukyo.

Because he wears your lover's charming face.

Because he so innocently speaks to you, confusing you.

Because he slowly corrupts your dear Ukyo.

That is why you hated him.

That is why.

That is why you wanted him to die.

Ukyo knew you.

Of course, everyone would after that.

Your face was so scared. And when everyone saw your terrified expression, on the news screen, in the street, they froze.

And then, you smiled, tears down your face, as the sledge hammer smashed into your head.

It's sad, how a little waitress, who kept to herself and her friends, could become so popular.

No one knew that you were, in fact, alive.

Of course, Ukyo knew.

Because, he was the one who "killed" you.

He didn't know that himself though. At that moment, he was THAT guy. The guy he didn't know about, who despised you. So, obviously, while you were unable to speak in your medical coma, he hunted down your abuser.

Ukyo knew. He knew you.

And he also knew that the person who hurt you, wouldn't have much longer to live.

~

In your coma, you awoke. You couldn't remember exactly where you were, just that there were lots of windows, all of them black. Rusted shut, almost painted on.

You weren't, necessarily, standing. But you walked forward, towards the large wall of window.

Behind you, there was a door. But screw doors. Why were these windows like this?

Why did they keep you from seeing outside?

You reached out and touched them.

A rumble resounded, like a sheet of aluminum being wiggled, vibrating.

You looked toward the wall on your right. You walked over and grabbed the chair that sat against the wall.

You raised the chair, high-into the air, and threw it at the windows.

They broke and shattered, like the top of a creme brulee.

In your own mind, you felt the very root of sanity blurring with insanity that had hit you. The insanity that had struck you with the sledge hammer, came from someone close to you. It had to have been someone you had met, or half-met.

Because before dying, in front of the camera, he said, "Goodbye my love."

So when you awoke from your medical coma, you weren't surprised to see the eyes of your lover, Ukyo.

It was....the other Ukyo though. The one you had seen, cursing your existence. The one who wanted you dead.

And all though you promised to love every part of Ukyo, you could not help but despise this side.

This man.

Oh this man.

He robbed you of something.

Not your pride, not your dignity.

He robbed you of your respect for Ukyo.

Because he wears your lover's charming face.

Because he so innocently speaks to you, confusing you.

Because he slowly corrupts your dear Ukyo.

That is why you hated him.

That is why.

That is why you wanted him to die.