You Can't Love A Dead Person

Happy Ending (Iwa's POV)

Shit, shit, shit, shit. I just got Oikawa's voice message, and I don't know what to do. I go to the parental controls app, and map Oikawa's location. I try to think about where he is near, then it hits me; Oikawa is about a block away from the highest bridge in our city. I have to go stop him.

I quickly slide on shoes, and take off towards the bridge. I shouldn't have broken up with him. I should have known there was a reason for his rude behavior. If he dies it's my fault.

My head floods with a list miles long of all the things I did wrong. I imagine a long piece of parchment with a list of Oikawa's reasons, and the end of it reads 'you didn't love me enough' signed in his blood. Images of Oikawa's dead body pry into my mind, and while I try to shake them from my mind.

My lungs are burning for sprinting for so long, but I can't slow down, Oikawa's life is on the line. I can't lose him, not only is he my bestfriend and my boyfriend, but I can't imagine a future without him. In my mind, he's also my future husband.

I didn't change before I left, so I'm absolutely freezing, wearing only a white tank top and a pair of sweatpants. It's okay though, I didn't have time to change, if I take too long, Oikawa might have been gone by the time I got there.

I'm only a few blocks away from the bridge now, and my body is aching. I'm tired, I haven't eaten, it's cold, and I'm an emotional wreck. I don't care about myself right now though, I need to get to Oikawa, and save him. He's all that matters.

"What if I can't convince Oikawa to stay?" I say to myself.

"What if he doesn't love me anymore, and I can't stop him from jumping?" I wonder "No, he said that he would never stop loving me in his voicemail. If I can get to the bridge, then I can talk to Oikawa, and convince him to come down. Then we will talk everything out, and live happily ever after." I tell myself.

I keep my head up as the bridge comes into sight. I see a figure standing in the center of the bridge, pushing themselves onto the edge.

"Oikawa!!" I say, hoping to get his attention. Unfortunately, because I've been running, and the air is thin, my voice comes out as barely more than a whisper. I keep running towards him, flailing my arms, hoping that he notices me.

"Oikawa!" I shout again. My voice is slightly louder now, but it's still not loud enough for him to hear. I try to swallow, and then yell again,

"Oikawa!" This time, he turns to look at me.

"Iwa-chan, you shouldn't be here." he says, tears stream down his red and puffy face.

"Oikawa, please come down." I say, reaching out to him. He turns away from me, not taking my hand.

"I can't. I have to do this now, or I never will." Oikawa replies.

"Then don't. Stay here with me, Oikawa. I love you, and I don't want to live without you, please come down." I say, tears of my own forming

"Iwa I-" Oikawa starts.

"Please, please just come here and give me a hug." I say, holding my arms out to him. Oikawa sighs, but gets down off of the edge and onto the sidewalk. Oikawa walks into my arms and I wrap them around his body, holding him close.

"I'm so sorry." I tell Oikawa, "I ignored how you felt for my own convenience, from now on, I'll pay more attention to you and show more affection."

"No Iwa, I'm sorry. It's not fair for me to put you through all of this. I've been selfish and irrational. You've always been here for me, and it's not right for me to always rely on you."

"Babe that's the whole point of a partner. I will always be here for you, no matter what. Now how about we go warm up and talk over a bowl of soup?" I offer. Oikawa nods, and we walk off the bridge together, holding hands.

10 YEARS LATER

It's been ten years since Oikawa's accident, and since then, he's gotten much better. He got a therapist, which has helped him a lot, and he and I have worked together to have more conversations about how we feel and what we should do about it.

We graduated from school together, but Oikawa isn't using his degree. I work in business, and Oikawa stays at home. I proposed to Oikawa the day of our graduation, and he said yes. Since then, we have bought a house together, and adopted twins. We adopted them when they were only a few months old, and they are six years old now. The twins are named Tobio and Hana.

Oikawa spends his time at home cooking, teaching the twins how to play volleyball, and writing. I'm really proud of him for finding hobbies that he can apply himself to, and also enjoy. He has gotten really good at cooking, which shows how far he has come from his eating disorder. He eats three full meals a day now, and has gained enough weight that he looks healthy again.

The twins must have inherited our love for volleyball, because even though they are only six, they love passing with each other in the living room. The twins also love baking cookies and other sweets with Oikawa while I work in the study.

Being a dad is awesome. It took awhile for me to agree to twins, I thought it was a bit ambitious, but I'm so glad that Oikawa convinced me. Living with him and the twins makes me so happy.

It's the little things they do that make my day. The way Oikawa will speak in a British accent whenever he is measuring out ingredients for his food. The way we have a family fashion show every time we go shopping to show off the clothes we got. The way Oikawa rests his head on my shoulder while I read the news in bed with him. Even the way we can just look at each other and laugh. It feels so pure.

Think Oikawa and I can both agree that this is the happiest the two of us have ever been together. 

[Thank you so much for reading this! This is the end of the story, but I'm planning to write a KuroKen story next (also probably angst) so if you are interested in reading that, follow me! Thanks again for taking the time to read this!]