strrive:

        _{A frayed wire inside him tugged, snapping sharply at the sound of her words. In a swift movement he turned, words getting caught in his burning throat as he desired the absolutely perfect ones to spit back at her.} 

                   _{❝ And you should be helping Sora. ❞}

           _{Hurt lingered in the air as toxic words seeped into his pale skin. Where that’s come from, he’d no idea.}

         _{Painful words. Every syllable felt as if it was digging into her skin was shrapnel and she could feel her chest ache a phantom sort of ache. Where her heart would be, she supposed, if she had one.}

                                    _{Riku had been angry and frustrated before but—
                                    Never had he spoken to her like that.
                                    Not really.}

         _{They were just words, an admission of the truth, because that was what she should have been doing in that moment. Not standing there and lecturing the young man on what he should be doing, admonishing him for not taking better care of himself. Yet there was nothing she could do, because she had hit a wall. And he knew that.}

                                                      _{So u s e l e s s.}

                  _{”Okay,” what an ugly voice. So falsely happy and wet, she hated the sound of it, hated the fact that there was a smile on her face that he could not see. ”I know that’s why we’re here—I’ll go do that now. Just go rest, alright?” Such stupid words, yet she was still turning on her heel in spite of the thickness in her throat. How idiotic.}