She lived by those rules and so far they kept her in shape, kept her from straying from the line. Too bad, since she met him it seemed those rules were being tested.

How far had he fallen, he didn't know, but as long as she went down that road with him he didn't care.

Many years had passed since that day; the day of his demise. He had suffered for years with the illness that plagued him; that threatened his life with every cough. She watched him day and night coughing out blood, listened to his cries of agony, and held him until he breathed his last breath.

Even when it melts, my feeling's for her will not.

"This all could have been avoided. If only you hadn't touched my man " And then I forcefully and slowly pushed the knife into her face. Feeling the resistant I grab the knife with both my hands and pull it back out then thrust it back in over and over again. Blood flew everywhere. It didn't only coat my hands, but all over my body. I was bathed in her blood.

Your day was going positively horrible and when you thought nothing else could go wrong Souji starts in with you, playing with your emotions and heart you finally get enough but is the outcome what you feared it would be or something else? Reader Insert.