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Love of My Life

The love of my life.

It felt so silly a few years ago - saying that. But that's how I felt when I looked at him. Even though I claimed to hate so many things about him, it was what made me fall in love. The way he liked to pull at my shirt when he wanted my attention, or even playing with my hair when he was bored out of his mind. Despite the glare I'd throw him, he always gave me puppy eyes that made me weak.

That stupid smirk too.

He'd even try and trip me when he was frustrated. God, he acted like such a child. But I always saw a man when he was holding me. The sex didn't matter compared to how he made me feel afterwards. The love in his eyes always made my heart dance, and how he'd trace the scars on my skin like they were somehow beautiful.

God, he made me feel so beautiful.

He's the strongest sorcerer alive, and yet he became a man who humbled himself during those terrible nights. I never let Nanami know just how bad they got, but it felt like I needed to scrub my skin off and peel it just to feel clean. The memories of what I did to those people, and what Sukuna made me do for him. The nights I awoke screaming, scratching at my own skin until I saw blood - he didn't judge me. He knew what to do.

He paid such close attention to me that he knew I didn't need to be held. He'd let me pound my fists at his chest, screaming away all whilst he stayed silent. He let the tears of a child flow down the face of a grown woman and slipped me my favorite tea at the end of it.

And now he's gone.

Gojo Satoru is dead.

I feel no rage, but. . .silence.

But that's because I couldn't hear my own screams. I hadn't even registered what I was feeling as I held his face, and it was so cold. He felt so cold. I wanted to warm him up, and bring back those eyes that looked at me with such adoration.

For now, I lay on the love of my life.

I scream.

I beg the Gods - please.

He's all I have. . .