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Geto, slumped up against the alleyway, consciousness slowly fading away, looked up at Gojo and spoke softly. Gojo looked at him, at his one and only, and time had never passed so quickly, yet so slow. Time had stopped, but there still wasn’t enough time.
The world never seemed so quiet to Gojo, after all how could it be quiet to someone who had the six eyes, but Gojo couldn’t hear a thing, couldn’t see a thing but the man who wore a soft smile, peacefully leaning against the wall. The man didn’t move, neither did Gojo.
A second felt like eternity, two felt like he had lived and died a thousand times. When Gojo came back to his senses not even a minute had passed, but Gojo never felt older. He stared at Geto remembering his quiet voice and the words he spoke.
“It’s just that in this world I couldn’t truly be happy from the bottom of my heart.”
“You should at least curse me at the end.”
....
“Maybe I didn’t make it...but you did. You made it Satoru...thank..y—“
Bitterly Gojo thought quietly still looking at Geto.
“Made it where?”
“What did I achieve.”
“I couldn’t even save you..”
Turning his back to Geto, Gojo left the alley where his best friend’s body stayed, still unmoving. Gojo turned around one last time and quietly said to Geto, “You’re wrong Suguru, I didn’t make it either. Maybe you and I didn’t make it.., but—“ his words carried away by the wind. And with that Gojo left.
“...but we almost made it Suguru.”
“...Maybe we could have made it...”
“.....if only we had more time....”
“...Suguru.”