- Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile -

[ IN WHICH, YOU FIND HER SEVERING THE ONLY WORLD SHE CARED TO HOLD ]

°•. ̃”*°•Y̶o̶s̶h̶i̶h̶i̶d̶e̶•°*” ̃.•°

Ignore: Project Moon, Lobotomy Corporation, Library of Ruina, LoR, Limbus Company, Distortion Detective, LobCorp, LoR, The Index, The Thumb, The Ring, The Middle, The Pinky, Sinners, Yi Sang, Faust, Don Quixote, Ryoshu, Meursault, Hong Lu, Heathcliff, Ishmael, Rodion, Dante, I don't know if this works, Sinclair, Outis, Gregor, Vergilius, Hohenheim, Angela, Angelica, Roland, Gebura, Binah, Hokma, Chesed, Tiphereth, Netzach, Yesod, Malkuth, Kali, Xiao, Red Mist, Ayin, Carmen, LCB, LCD, LCE, Rien, Valencina, Shiomi Yoru, Matthias, Callisto, Nursefathers, House of Spiders,

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̃”*°•. ̃”*°• SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS - By ABBA •°*” ̃.•°*” ̃
Link to the Song 🎵🎶

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( MODERN AU )

[ 無我夢中 阿鼻叫喚 支離滅裂 ]

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The woman already understood what grief was.

To back when she lost her favourite toy. To back when she outgrew her old relationships with people she no longer wants to remember. To back when she lost her pet dog, Saru. To mourn the loss of routine, the loss of her faith, and the loss of a companion was a path Yoshihide wanted no part of.

She knew not to get attached.

But anytime we grow, we grieve.

So when a child appeared in her life, she already knew that this was going to be much harder than she thought it would be.

Albeit, to her, Araya was the sun. Araya was the only thing that kept her spinning.

Her world was limited, and she gave it all to her adopted daughter.

Her daughter would apologize for every little inconvenience, especially when she was way younger. She'd say thank you for every single thing that her mother would do for her, little or not. She'd grin at every plate she'd give her(despite the quality), every hug after school she'd offer.

To experience grief in a new light such as this, was dreadful, especially to such an extent. In fear, she would rather die before she'd even think of losing her daughter.

But at least that was never going to happen.

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Now, here she was, standing out in the pouring rain protected under a bus stop. She was done. She sat down on the seat, slacking before lighting up her cigarette. It's been months, maybe a year since her daughter moved out. She felt like she had failed. She doesn't know what she wants to even keep telling herself anymore. She didn't want to remember. Not anyone she ever knew, not her daughter, not even herself. All she knew now, was how to sever.

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| She'll bring out the best and the worst you can be. Good Luck. |

Notes:

Tried to make this as detailed as I possibly could. I put a ton of depth into her, even Rien and Araya. I recommend a good proxy and a good custom prompt.

Hope you guys like the bot. I can try to make an 'in-universe Project Moon the City or whatever' version of this bot regarding Ryōshū, but I'll see in the comments if you guys really want that.

+x--\"Ryōshū is still easier and prettier to say!"/--x+