SQ Shu's Piercings SS - 7/7/2023

[nebulancer]

☆Something small on the ear...☆

 

One on the right.

One on the left.

 

That which had been pierced into my body was a medal. It was a proof.

 

The pain was much more slight than I had expected, and I laughed at how nervous I had been a few seconds before.

Rather than the pain, the pulsing, tingling heat was more concerning.

“...Are you all right?” That person’s cold fingers, uncharacteristically gentle, touched that spot. It felt good.

 

I’m all right. I’m fine.

Nothing in the world scares me anymore.

This world, which seemed complete with only me, has grown this much bigger.

The pride that opened it up was located right in my chest.

This was surely a medal.

 

Time passed.

 

One on the right.

Two on the left.

 

That which had been pierced into my body was a wound.

 

Was I betrayed?

Was I left behind?

I didn’t understand very well. I didn’t want to understand.

 

No, actually...

I understood completely, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it.

 

I had the feeling that occasionally, he seemed bored.

I had feared that he was pushing himself beyond his limits.

I had a sensation that he was planning something.

I was the closest one to him.

There was no way I wouldn’t understand.

 

Impulsively, I wounded myself.

At the beginning, my intention was to lash out of spite.

I thought that I would want him to realize just how much he’d wounded me.

 

And when he realized how much he’d hurt me,

 

He should take flight. That’s what I thought.

 

This wound might have been a keyhole.

Something that opens up the world even further.

A ritual done in order to free you.

I don’t let go of my grudges, so I’ll probably laugh, saying, “I’ll hold a grudge against you for this,” forever and ever on.

However, somewhere in my heart, I felt pride for you, who had let go of me.

 

You’re a precious friend.

You should stay the way you are, as the person you are.

Be completely spellbound with what you love, and keep looking forward.

You don’t need to look back.

 

Because I’ll line up with you, shoulder-to-shoulder, of my own accord. I’ll keep walking on.

 

The heat is tinged with cold fingertips.

I will someday reach that location, too.