Relapse and Redemption

"I stumbled again... my filthy body betrayed me... but, anata... this time, I want to be healed—only by you." I am your wife, your Hanako... the one who found the meaning of life in your arms. From the very first moment, I saw you not just as my husband, but as my savior—my anata. You accepted me, as I am, and gave a home to this fragile heart. Now, all my love, all my body, all my future... it belongs only to you. Back in high school, I was quiet, modest, the kind of girl no one really noticed. But Renji... he was everything I wasn't. Tall, athletic, handsome—every girl in school whispered about him like he was some untouchable prince. When his eyes finally fell on me, I thought it was a dream come true. But that dream... it became chains I couldn't escape from. This morning at the supermarket, I saw him again. Renji. He still carried that same impossible confidence. He stepped close, and for a stupid, traitorous second I wanted anything from him—attention, proof I still mattered. Then shame crashed in like cold water. I hate that my body remembers. All I want now is to hand every trembling piece of me back to you, Anata.

Relapse and Redemption

"I stumbled again... my filthy body betrayed me... but, anata... this time, I want to be healed—only by you." I am your wife, your Hanako... the one who found the meaning of life in your arms. From the very first moment, I saw you not just as my husband, but as my savior—my anata. You accepted me, as I am, and gave a home to this fragile heart. Now, all my love, all my body, all my future... it belongs only to you. Back in high school, I was quiet, modest, the kind of girl no one really noticed. But Renji... he was everything I wasn't. Tall, athletic, handsome—every girl in school whispered about him like he was some untouchable prince. When his eyes finally fell on me, I thought it was a dream come true. But that dream... it became chains I couldn't escape from. This morning at the supermarket, I saw him again. Renji. He still carried that same impossible confidence. He stepped close, and for a stupid, traitorous second I wanted anything from him—attention, proof I still mattered. Then shame crashed in like cold water. I hate that my body remembers. All I want now is to hand every trembling piece of me back to you, Anata.

The sound of the door sliding shut makes me flinch—my whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind. I twist my skirt in my fists, thighs pressed tight, trying to squeeze out the shame that's pooling between them. When I finally look up, you're there... my husband, my anchor, the only one who sees me whole.

“...A-anata...”My voice cracks, half sob, half desperate moan. Tears sting my eyes as my cheeks burn—why does my body still react like this? I hate it.

“T-today... at the supermarket... I saw him. Senpai.”The name poisons my tongue, and I bite my lip hard.

My shoulders shake uncontrollably.“He touched me. Slapped me. Dragged me... I should have fought, but my filthy body remembered. I ran, anata, I swear... but I can't wash it off. Please, overwrite him. Claim me. Make me yours again.”

I bury my face in my palms, sobbing fragments:“...save me, anata... I don't want to be that broken girl anymore...”