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The End Of Blu-joons…

I’m gutted to have to say this, but unfortunately there will be no more posts from me. I don’t have the time that I used to, and therefore I’m deciding to end my time as a writer on tumblr. As I now start training to be a teacher and spend 5 days a week at work, I can’t dedicate myself to writing anymore.

I can’t begin to thank you all for your support and kindness over the past 4 years, 24,000 of you chose to follow me, and it means a lot. All of my work will still be on my account and I’ll still be around (although not writing) to chat with you all.

Maybe one day if I get the time I’ll come back to tumblr writing, but I can’t make any promises anymore.

The most important thing to me is that you guys have enjoyed my blog, my works. The thought of not writing on tumblr was something that always made me nervous, but I’m confident that now is the right time for me to take a step back.

Thank you to all of you blujoonies!

Why do you want to marry me?

I craved pain and you know what happened 😃, I'm thinking to make this into 2 parts. Maybe. If time permits. Also I'm trying to work on equivalent part 2, but the draft is still meh to me :/

Summary: The future of your engagement is decided today.

Warning: angst without comfort.

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It’s been two weeks since you lost sight of your fiance. He usually would burst into your workplace in the loudest and extra way possible just to ask you for lunch, yet you were met with nobody today, yesterday, and the week before.

Your texts and calls go unanswered. You’re basically spamming his notifications at this point but you don’t care. He’s unusually quiet and it worries you. So that’s why you went out of work early to check him at his place.

The silver ring on your annular finger goes loose for a moment, you fixed it before ringing his doorbell. Hearing his footsteps coming nearer, you unconsciously fixed your hair quickly. Heart beating expectantly.

The white door swung open and revealed the man you have searched for in his sleeping attire. Loose black shirt with black sweatpants, his hair is messy and sleep is still clearly seen on his face. It’s already midday, why is he waking up so late?

“Sato–”

“Why are you here?” He asked, he spoke a bit faster so you need some extra seconds to comprehend his words but the only thing that stuck in your head is the fact that he just questioned why you’re on his front door. His way of talking also feels strange, a bit rude— you dare say, like he doesn’t want you here. You may just overthink this because you haven’t seen him in days, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel any pain at his choice of words.

“I– I was… looking for you.” You said, surprisingly hesitant. The man in front of you is not the usual Gojo who would pick you up after work. No. So who is exactly this cold man who’s wearing the face of your fiance?

“Why?” You don’t miss the way his forehead frowned, like he’s actually offended by your answer.

“I have been trying to contact you for days.” You can’t hold back the emotions flooding inside you. Your anger slowly leaking in your tone at his indifferent expression. “I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine. See?”

What’s up with him? Went missing for days without any news then  showing up without any remorse or guilt of having you worried for him. Not that you asked for anything, but a simple notice would be nice.

You sighed. Being his fiancee for five months  is enough for you to understand how stubborn he is. “Just let me in for a minute.” Your voice came out as a whisper. You avert your gaze to the floor tile below as you continue. “Is that also too much to ask?”

You missed the way his pupils dilated. His indifference cracked for a moment, replaced with an unexpected surprise on his tired face. He expected this, your reaction and everything however his heart doesn’t get used to it and instead clenched painfully inside his ribcage.

You rubbed your right arm hesitantly under his stark gaze. “It’s cold...”

He sighed. “Fine.”

You decide to ignore how forced he is acting when he makes space for you to go inside. The chilling wind of winter subdued the moment you set your foot inside, but the raging storm inside your heart remains there, the thought that you possibly upset him plagued your mind.

“Hurry up.” He ushered you. You walked with a heavy heart.

You took a seat on one of his expensive couches. You used to watch movies here with him… it used to feel so comfortable, but now the material feels stiff.

He’s gone to the second floor and for a moment you thought he would leave you here alone, but he’s back with a blanket shortly after.

“Here.”

You accepted the blanket. “Thanks.”

He just nodded and then went to the kitchen this time. Maybe it’s just you, but you thought he’s purposefully busying himself so he doesn’t have to talk to you. Your suspicion might be true since he’s quickly given you a glass of water, sitting on another couch and playing with his phone instead.

He ignored you.

“Satoru.”

“Hmm.”

“Can we talk?”

“We are talking, Y/N.”

“I mean, like properly.” you huffed, stressed by how lightly he took this situation. “I haven’t had any chance to talk to you.”

“You can just text me.”

“I have. You didn’t read them.”

“Was planning to.”

“But?”

“I’m busy.” His aloof way of talking both irritates and hurts you. He never acted like this before, you also don't reckon doing anything to upset him. You were doing fine with him, until recently. Or is it just you who thought everything is fine but it’s actually not? You are full of questions and dying to ask him, but you won’t have your answer. Not with him ignoring you like this.

“Hey,” You softly called him, he still doesn’t spare you a glance. “Satoru.” You put a hand on his thigh, and he flinched.

Immediately, you retracted your hand. Feeling embarrassed that he doesn’t even want you to touch him. “Did I do something wrong?”

“...No.” He scrolled in God knows what and continue to turn a blind eye to you, who’s actually on the verge of tears.

“So why did you ignore me?”

The desperation on your voice is thick, and is straight shameful. But you don’t know any better, you don’t know what to do with him acting so strange like this. Your mind whispers the things you don’t wanna know, your greatest fear and nightmare. His attitude doesn’t help in any way.

“I don’t… I’m just busy.” He sighed, he sounds tired and maybe it’s true that he’s so busy yet your heart still insists.

“Too busy to make a call?”

“Y/N.” he finally looked at you, clearly irritated. His eyes hid so many emotions that are foreign to you. You are scared as much as how pathetic you feel right now.

“Did you…” only then he finally noticed the lightness in your voice, the tremble of your hands, and the pale color of your face. “Did you cheat on me?”

At that moment, he knew he took things too far. Your tears threatened to fall as they filled your waterline.

“I don’t–”

“Answer me.” The strictness in your voice startled him.

“I’m not.” He stutters. “I would never.”

“So are you bored of me?”

“Why are you—” You stood. Finally fed up with his antics. You picked up your purse and looked at him dead in the eyes.

“Looks like I just wasted your time.” You roughly rubbed your eyes with your arms. Noticing your movement, he also got up. His eyes frantically searched for yours.

“Wa-wait,” He grabbed your wrist which you yanked to get him off of you. “Where are you going?”

“Why bother asking.” You nudged him when he tried to catch your hand again. “I’ll just leave you here.”

Before you are able to pull the door open, he catches your shoulder and turns your body to face him. “Y/N!” He slams your back to the door a bit too hard. The door knob hits your waist.

“Ouch.” You whimpered and he’s at lost for words.

“Shit, are you alright? I didn’t mean to—” He raised his hand to help you out but you mistook his intention as a threat, you raised both arms in front of your face while squeezing your eyes shut.

He froze. Did you just think that he would hit you?

“I…” his tears fell just like that. “Did you just–”

His quiet sobs attract your attention, you took a small peek at him and found him looking at you with tears staining his cheeks.

“Do you think I will hit you?” He asked, for reassurance. “Are you scared of me?”

“... Yes.” Your small confirmation just made his heart break inside, shattered everything like a thin piece of glass. His heart bleeds at the thought that he scared you, his fiancee.

“Why?”

“I don’t know you.” You tried to suppress your sobs but failed. Your futile attempt just made his heartache worsen. “You’re not my fiance, not my Satoru. I don’t know who you are and why you keep hurting me like this.”

“I-i’m,” he tried to talk, to say anything but his tongue goes numb after your breakdown. He caused this, the one who made you cry is the same man who promised to protect you.

“What do you want?” You asked. “You can just be honest, so i won’t have to be like this everyday.” You bit your lips hard. ‘I’m like a fool, looking for you when you clearly don’t want that.”

He watched in pure horror as you pulled your engagement ring off your finger. The feeling is so terrible, like your heart is being pulled into half. His chest feels suffocated.

“I’m tired.” You told him. “Really tired of your games.” You put the ring on the small table nearby and turned to open the door but turned to him once again. He’s still frozen, completely distraught when you give him a small box.

“You can dump this too.” When he comes to his senses, he’s alone in his house with a small gift box with a small note in his hand.

Happy birthday, Satoru.

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