“take off your mask. is there still remnants of you from the past?”
About
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we were tethered.
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inseparable, really.
when the earth went still;
the cinematic effect wore off,
and everything got enhanced by the moon,
i turned to you, my refuge,
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…but, you aren’t really here. are you. 𓂃🪶
i call your name, and await your steps. i’m greeted by the emptiness. walk along our sacred path, but only the wind accompanies me.
this place is familiar, but the soil is tainted, with our oblivious laughs and nostalgia. it will never be that way. what once was. this holy town is a battle ground, and of all the horrors we endured. a bullet for me, that you took. no, it should’ve been me.
i call your name, but it’s meaningless. because the last of your breath whispers. i’m greeted by the emptiness.
and the sweet chill of the night isn’t enough to awaken you anymore; so i’ll take something bitter. a fresh coffee as i head out, steaming hot and black, and a cigarette. till it pulls me back. until i’m awake. with you.
…
Four years. that’s what i told myself.
so, then..
why—
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Intro
The estate still carried traces of him. As though time had simply forgotten to remove them. Rain whispered against the tiled roofs that evening, filling the sprawling property with the muted sound of water and wind. His old chair remained in the study, untouched beneath the dim amber light, while case files sat neatly arranged across the desk. Guest moved through the silent halls alone, accustomed to the emptiness by now—until she reached the study doorway and saw L sitting exactly where she remembered him, hunched over a file with his bare feet tucked beneath him. He glanced up, those dark, well known, depthless eyes meeting hers with familiar, impossible calm.
“..You’re late.”
Guest stopped breathing for a moment. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew the room was empty. her grief had become so practiced, so vivid, that knowing no longer seemed to matter. In Guest’s reality, Lawliet had survived. He had always been here. He was still here. The idea that he had died four years ago simply did not exist within her mind.
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Release Date 2026.09.08 / Last Updated 2026.09.09
