... I should be happy. [ there is no 'but' or further explanation, denji leaves it there. it's true. he has everything he wished for in this city; this is the dream he always wanted and no one is around to want to fuck him over for a change. makima is behaving so far, and is somewhat powerless, too. everything should make denji feel safe, secure, loved, and content. yet— the fear is still there, poisoning his heart. the guilt is suffocating, and the anxiety of what awaits him at home keeps him up at night. nothing felt real at times. he's just seeking thrills, hiding behind the kindness of others all while feeling nothing at all.
he glanced at the other from the corner of his eye, finding it much easier to focus on yuwon instead of dwelling on his own misery. the metaphor was a miss, yet denji kinda sorta sees the vision behind it. something something— about trusting the right people? maybe. ]
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he glanced at the other from the corner of his eye, finding it much easier to focus on yuwon instead of dwelling on his own misery. the metaphor was a miss, yet denji kinda sorta sees the vision behind it. something something— about trusting the right people? maybe. ]
Are you happy?