Once upon a time, I believed I was incapable of good.

“Nothing I do matters. Everything is pointless. I’m worthless. I’m unlovable.”

I didn’t realize I also believed I was incapable of bad.
“It doesn’t matter. They won’t know. They don’t care.”

Because I don’t matter.

So when the atmosphere ignited around us, fumes invading our lungs,
invisible strings strung too tight, everything on the verge of snapping,

incapable of hearing your answer,

I wondered:
“Did I do this?”

“No.” Yes.

Written by Jou Hatsu