Broken
Song by Lund, A3! Yuki Rurikawa
CW: Deprecation, drabble
The machine hums near my hands, the needle punching holes in the cloth in the fastest way until the whole thing stitched, the imaginary music in my head as I finish the costume for the next play. For all I know, this is my hobby and passion from the start, but I feel like something's missing. It always has been, isn't it? What was I even doing before I started sewing?
“You look like a girl!” “Yuki is a freak! Don't get involved with him!” “You're a guy, right? Why are you wearing a dress?”
Stop. I don't want to go back to that again. If only I stayed with him and didn't leave without saying goodbye, then I guess I wouldn't have had those experiences.