Sugar

Sugar. It always tasted like sugar. [Sasagawa Kyoko insight drabble]

There was a certain taste in her mouth.

Sweet.

Sugar. It was always sugar.

Every time.

Every time someone lied to her face.

Sweet.

It always tasted like sugar.

Those bright eyes.

Those lips that spilled only pretty words.

People blamed her for living a sheltered life, but they were the ones who kept her sheltered.

They were the ones who wouldn't let her live life as she wanted.

"Don't worry, Kyoko! Everything will be fine!"

Bright eyes.

Lips that spilled only pretty words.

She just nods and smiles.

Sweet.

Sugar. It always tasted like sugar.