He stared into those ocean blue eyes of his; completely dwelled with overwhelming emotions seeing his best friend like that. He approached closer and Akaashi looked away back at the ground beneath him.
Squeak
Bokuto had draped himself over Akaashi, his arms around the latter's neck curling around his rib cage and his knees pressed along Akaashi's hips. His weight weighed down on the swing. "Was it from you?", he asked, his voice soft and as if was covered with sugar glazing...
right over a wound; trying to somehow magically heal it.
The tears only escaped the sockets of Akaashi's eyes... He wanted it to stop... He needed it to stop... He can't carry on like this...
He grasped onto the chains of the swings tighter, trying to take his frustration over it. But he never let Bokuto stop hugging him; their frozen skins toughing, their breaths turning into small clouds of steam as they exhaled...
PING
There it is
the sound Akaashi never wanted to hear
The sound of reality
the sound where he gets grabbed out of his small fairytale to only be brought back to the disappointing reality...
The sound which would tell him nothing's real
The sound that told him... Bokuto was-
PING
Akaashi's eyes shot open, the harsh wind pushing the swing beside him, creaking and swaying from side to side, 'Right...', Akaashi thought, he was going have to go back home anyway now...
Kuroo was waiting for him and so was Kenma, they still had a very special someone's funeral to plan... Their name perhaps starting with Koutaro and maybe even ending with Bokuto... Who had lived an amazing yet sad and dull life... Someone who brought light into Akaashi's nightmare and the one that took his sunshine from him to leave nothing but a broken soul; someone who Akaashi has seen so little of but knows so much of. Someone who he hates and loves with the deepest pits of his heart-
PING
He let out a shaky breath, getting up slightly stumbling over himself, those words replaying over and over and over again in his head. Those golden yellow eyes of his. That beautiful yet ridiculous hair of his. He just missed him- no, he didn't miss him, he is doing a lot more than just missing him.
He hugged himself, his knitted burgundy sweater slowly falling off his shoulder, the dim lights of the streetlamps above reflecting over Akaashi's pale skin.
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5:32 am
Walking through the town's small streets where he was, he navigated himself back to Kenma's apartment; deciding maybe... Maybe it was time to move on... Maybe it was time to start again... He gritted his teeth looking at the 'future' waiting ahead of him.
He hated it.
He didn't hate it. He absolutely despised it.
Not being able to see the former captain of his volleyball team pained him...
PING
He quickly wiped away his tears to take his phone out to check these damned messages
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From: Kuroo
Akaashi
3:56 am
Akaashi.
4:30 am
Look, you cant skip today, we have to get it done before... It starts decaying...
We can't keep... Him around for too long...
4:56 am
Sorry... I'll see you at Kenma's then... Just, hurry?
I can't keep doing this...
Fuck, I'm crying again
Dammit
5:30 am
Yeah... I'm right in front, it's getting chilly, it might... Snow, also just get a pack of Strawberry pocky's for me
5:33 am
Also...
5:33 am
Thanks...
5:34
Hey, It's no big deal
5:34
I'll see you soon then :)
5:35
Yeah... see you :)
5:35
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he smiled softly at the messages... Kuroo was an amazing friend of Bokuto's as well as a rival, but oh well, there's no time for sappiness right now...
after all
They still had a very special someone's funeral to plan.
The End.
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This literally pained me so much to write this, this one sort of shows a story in my very own personal life :)
It wasn't fun to write this at all, nope
But I guess you can say that I didn't really feel so bad after writing this
Should I do more stories revolving around mine?
But, that's all for today folks
Stay safe, hydrated and keep going forwards in life :)
- Author-chan