𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝘰𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘶

𝟬𝟬𝟭

— ❝ i'm in my bed, and you're not here
and there's no one to blame but
the drink in my wandering hand ❞

oikawa laid on his bed with a glass of alcohol in hand, drowning in his sorrows.

he blames it on the drinking, but he know that isnt true.

if only, he had treat you better, you would be wrapped in his arms in the warmth of his embrace.

but you weren't. right now, he had no idea where or how you were. but its his fault, isn't it?

why was it only now he was feelings the pain?

who am i kidding, he felt the pain the very moment everything started to fall apart. this was just the after affect.

drink, after drink, after drink.

maybe this will make his pain fade away. drinking to the point that you are no longer in control of your feelings.

though, no matter what, no matter who, no body could get him out of this. it doesn't matter how strong or supportive one is,

he put himself in this predicament.

and he couldnt get out.

oh how bad he wished he could go back in time, but life doesn't work that way, does it?

sometimes, you don't even realize what you're getting yourself into when you are.
you dont realize it, but you're digging yourself a hole, and some holes are impossible to get out of by yourself.

oikawa dug his hole so deep he could barely see the top.

is this what he wanted?

as oikawa was about to take a shot deeper into his intoxication, his phone started to ring.

"iwa-chan..." he whispers before answering the phone, bringing it to his ear.

"hey iwa-chan !" he puts up a happy act despite his throbbing head and painful heart.

"crappykawa, where are you? we have practice." iwaizumi asks through the phone.

"sorry, iwa-chan! i have some family business, i cant make it today.."

"... really? are you sure–"

"yes, iwa-chan! i have to go, talk to you later !" he ends the call, throwing his phone farther into the futon.

hes lying to his bestfriend.

... and his bestfriend knew.