𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟

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𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇,

some people take days, weeks, even months to heal from losing someone. However, some never overcome grief, they mourn until they meet their own end- it's sad.

I've loved and I've lost, friends and family. Mankind live to die, that's what makes us human- mortality, it maintains balance on Earth. Everyone dies eventually, especially in a field of work like this, you get used to hearing that others have passed, to the hands of curse users or on missions, but the frequency of them doesn't necessarily make it easier to handle.

So when Gojo told me you died, and Megumi explained Sukuna had ripped your heart out, I realised it was partially my fault. I should've listened to the predictions- told Gojo about them, stopped you from going on that damned mission. Maybe then, you'd still be alive, here with me. But I didn't, and now you're dead.

Megumi told me you about your last moments, the smile you gave him even though you were about to die, your last words being "live a long life".

I think Megumi and Kugisaki are both heartbroken by your death, that night I heard Kugisaki cry in her room next to me and Megumi hasn't spoke about you since, not shed one tear, but that's how he copes, he doesn't like the vulnerability of opening up.

I keep writing these letters to you, as if I'm expecting a reply any time soon, but I know I won't get one because you're gone.And a part of me is gone with you too.

I wish I got to know you more, the good and the bad and I wish you could've gotten to know me more.

I miss you Yuji, I always will.

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒀/𝑵