"After taking lives, one please for forgiveness,
But Sins are unforgiven" @_@
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Ren pulls up his pants, straightening his clothes as he stands in silence.
Before him lies the girl, curled on the ground, her body trembling. Her frail body seems even smaller now, her arms wrapped around herself like a fragile barrier.
Her sobs are quiet, almost imperceptible, but they claw at the silence, tearing it apart piece by piece.
Ren glances at her, his usual smirk faltering slightly. He rolls his shoulders, trying to brush off the discomfort building in his chest.
"You're tougher than you look," he says, forcing a casual tone.
"Most people would've liked what I did."
She doesn't respond. Her face is buried in her arms, but her ragged breathing betrays her.
Ren steps closer, crouching down just out of reach.
"Hey. It's over now, okay? No need to be so dramatic."
At that, she flinches. Slowly, she lifts her head, and Ren catches a glimpse of her face—red, swollen, streaked with tears. Her eyes meet his, wide and glassy, like shattered glass reflecting pain back at him.
"Dramatic?" she whispers, her voice raw and cracked.
"You think this is dramatic?"
Ren steps back, surprised by the venom in her tone.
"I mean, yeah," he says, scratching the back of his neck.
"Look, it's not like this is the end of the world. People… they move on, right? That's what you're supposed to do."
She glares at him, unblinking, before letting out a hollow laugh. It's a broken, chilling sound that echoes in the empty space.
"Move on? You think I can just move on from this?"
Ren shrugs, avoiding her gaze.
"I mean, yeah. Isn't that how it works? People deal with worse things all the time. You'll cry for a while, sure, but then you'll—"
"Stop." Her voice cuts through his words like a knife.
"Stop talking."
Ren freezes, his smirk fading. The girl pushes herself up, her hands shaking violently as she clutches her shirt to her chest. She looks at him with such hatred, such despair, that it makes his stomach churn.
"You don't get it," she says, her voice trembling but firm.
"You don't understand what you've done to me."
Ren tilts his head, frowning. "I—"
"No, you don't," she snaps, her voice rising.
"You don't know what it's like to feel this. To feel like your entire body isn't yours anymore. To feel dirty and broken and worthless."
Her words hit Ren like a physical blow. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out.
She takes a shaky step forward, her eyes burning with tears and fury.
"Do you know what I was doing before you came after me? I was going to work. A part time job I work my ass off to get by because I need to help my family. My mom works all day with her sick body, my little brother's too young to understand why we can't afford food some nights." Her voice cracks, but she doesn't stop.
"And now? How am I supposed to face them after this? How am I supposed to exist knowing what you've done to me?"
Ren's chest tightens, his breath hitching. "I… I didn't know—"
"Of course you didn't know!" she screams, her voice breaking.
"You wouldn't care to know! For you it's just a one time thing. To you, I'm just… just some random girl. A nobody. Someone you could use and forget about. Isn't that right?"
Ren stumbles back abruptly, turning away from her. He runs a hand through his hair, his fingers trembling.
"It's not like that," he mutters.
"Then what is it like?" she demands, taking another step closer. Her voice softens, but it's no less devastating.
"Tell me, what does it feel like to destroy someone's life and walk away like nothing happened?"
Ren swallows hard, his throat dry. "I didn't… I thought…" He trails off, his usual confidence evaporating under her piercing gaze.
"You thought what?" she presses. "That I'd just cry for a bit and then get over it? That I'd pick myself up and keep going like in the movies?"
Ren flinches at her words, his mind racing.
That's exactly what I thought, he realizes.
His chest feels tight, constricted, as though the air has been sucked out of the room.
The girl laughs bitterly, shaking her head.
"This isn't a movie. People don't just 'get over' things like this. You didn't hurt a character in a story. You hurt me. A real person."
Her words swirl around him, each one heavier than the last. He feels like he's drowning, the weight of her pain dragging him under.
She stumbles to the edge of the roof with her trembling legs, her movements unsteady.
"You don't care," she mutters, more to herself than to him.
"Why would you? People like you never care. You'll go home, sleep peacefully, and forget this ever happened. But me? I'll never forget. I'll carry this with me for the rest of my life—however long that is."
Ren's eyes widen.
"What are you saying?"
She stops at the edge, the city lights below casting a faint glow around her silhouette. She turns to face him, her expression haunting.
"I don't want to live anymore," she says, her voice devoid of emotion.
"There's nothing left for me. Not after this."
Panic surges through Ren.
"Hey, wait. Don't do anything stupid."
She tilts her head, a sad smile curling her lips.
"Stupid? This is the only thing that makes sense now."
"No," Ren says, stepping forward.
"You don't mean that. You're just upset—"
"Upset?" she interrupts, laughing bitterly.
"You have no idea what I'm feeling." She shakes her head, tears streaming down her face.
"You think this is just about being upset? You stole something from me that I can never get back. And now you want me to just… keep going? Pretend like I'm okay?"
Ren's hands clench into fists at his sides.
"I… I didn't know it would be like this," he says quietly.
She narrows her eyes at him.
"You didn't know? Or you didn't care?"
Her words slice through him, leaving him hollow. He takes another step toward her, his voice trembling.
"Please… don't do this. I'm sorry. I swear, I'm sorry." Ren says.
Her smile widens, but it's empty, lifeless.
"Sorry doesn't change anything."
And then she steps forward, again.
"Nooooo!" Ren shouts, his powers surging instinctively. He lunges after her, the world blurring as he propels himself downward, after her.
He catches her mid-air, his arms wrapping around her limp form. His chest heaves as he clings to her, his guilt crashing down on him like a tidal wave.
For the first time, he realizes the weight of what he's done—not just to her, but to every victim he's ever dismissed as an afterthought.
The stories he grew up with, the media he consumed… they were all lies.
People don't just "move on." They break.
And now, so does he.