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I'VE MISSED YOU TOWA PLEASE NEVER LEAVE AGAIN

>>10884614

I MISSED A STAMP

>>7786277
>>7786191
BASED.
fuck friends, their oshi deserves every chink cocks

>>7693383

It seems like today is a fluffy fbk day.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vRDlNEg06slkTOT2bS_r_mhXO6HGW5ZAiYCV8RGBTgQNQo-RWd5GoTLsmKPitTykNb1ZbtbxiefNFAw/pub

I originally wanted to make this into a sad smutfic but I can't muster up enough horny because I'm still sad about Coco.

Also apologies if the title is the same as a story in the archive. Can't seem to remember if the title was used before or not.

Fuck. I meant to release this during the from 1st concert but here it is. An amateur writer's first attempt at a tragic tale.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/e/2PACX-1vTNuqp8Tna61Va4x_I2M6-AXQgrQrlue5E2BbHJtyvJ9Aj1YBoEhtOMix3of6K28yG0gMA2ytUDGy72/pub

>>2138204

This is an (unofficial) continuation to >>1655974 I cooked up. Maybe I'm just sentimental.

ou held on to the ring out of some foolish sense of hope, you suppose.

Though you knew it was just that - foolish - the sentimental part of you couldn't let it go. The memory of her smiling face as you slipped the ring on to her slender finger was one of great comfort for you even in the darkest times. Spitefully, you admit, it still is. The logical part of you resented you for it, of course; how could it not? A cruel, tangible reminder of the past. Of all the time lost, all the hatred you were forcefully made to swallow, like burning coals festering in your stomach. The wounds your skin had to heal but mind was forced to endure. Some of the wounds still linger, now. Emotional damage always does. Sometimes for days, sometimes years. You are well-acquainted with it, given your time with Fubuki.

Your stomach sours. Acid begins to churn within you as you even recall her name. Heartburn to complement your heartache. Fubuki. Your wife. The woman you dedicated everything you had to; whose touch you craved more than anything, whose intimacy you missed so much it drove you to tears on more than one occasion.

The woman who you left behind. Whose life you just...exited, one day. Poof. Up in smoke.

You stayed with her for so long. So, so long, after her personality shifted and changed. After the love between the two of you died...at least on her part. When she decided that you should be the sole thing in this damnable world that she should resent. You were there regardless. You were there, shamelessly holding on to that childish hope that if you just kept doing well, just kept trying, that the woman you married, that you loved more than life itself would come back to you. Every shout, every scratch or bite, everything that hurt so badly would be forgiven if she would just look at you with the same warmth she did oh so long ago.

But it never came. No matter how many tears you wept, prayers you made to an uncaring God or deals you made with Devils, your one desire was never granted. Up until the day you left, she never once, even by accident, did anything you could safely quantify as 'loving' since the day the woman you knew died and was replaced by the terror that stalked your home for years. The thing wearing Fubuki's skin, but devoid of her heart. The shambling shell of what once was.

It had been a few months in the making. Your friends - dear to you that they were...still are - obviously had become worried about you the more and more you gradually leaked to them about the nature of your relationship. You hadn't spoken to them in so long, it was quite a shock when one them managed to find your number and called you. After you had married Fubuki, you were gradually isolated from the rest of the world...not by choice. People were furious that their perfect idol had someone in their life. They didn't care about how you felt about it, or how she felt about the hate you were getting as a result. Jealousy twisted and blinded them, turning them into raving lunatics. You bore the brunt of it, distancing yourself from any and all forms of social media. Only your immediate family, the little of them that remained, had your contact information. For the first time in a long while, you were no longer alone. You kindled the flickering flame of companionship, fostering it. It's what lead to this.

It had started by accident, in an almost drunken fugue of despair as your sense of control finally snapped in half, and you tearfully vented to them on the nearly-broken piece of trash you call a phone for what seemed like hours, head spinning as your pulse pounded erratically as the anxiety attacks you were so familiar with claimed you once more. Their tone was deadly serious when they informed you that you were in an abusive relationship. Something about that - that you were in an abusive relationship - never really occurred to you until someone had actually said something, as foolish as it sounds. A light switch being flipped on, a crashing wave of realization. Something akin to Battered Woman Syndrome? You weren't sure. Still aren't. You'd been alone in it so long that you never gave it much more thought beyond 'I miss my wife'. But you were no longer alone. You had people you could talk to. People who gave you something resembling affection and positivity, albeit only platonic, but it was better then the absolute nothing you had been embracing for so long. When they suggested that they bail you out, 'rescue' you from Fubuki, you remember being...hesitant. Terrified, even. Just up and leaving? Abandoning everything you've known for the past several years? Could you really do that? Leave Fubuki entirely? Even now, it seems unreal. The swiftness with which they arrived, just barely after she left that cold Winter morning.