The older I get

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Izuku POV


I cried silently.

My mother's body lay before me, peaceful in death. I still can't believe it, even after weeks of knowing. I knew she was gone, and wasn't coming back. I had known for a while now.

That doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt. It still hurts like hell. In fact, if not for Uraraka, I don't know what I would do.

Probably write even MORE depressing songs. Instead, I just listen to them. My favorite one was Older, by Sasha Sloan. The nightcore version was the one I preferred though.

What am I doing?! Thinking about different types of music, while I was at my mothers funeral.

Oh, did I not mention that I was here? Well, here I am. At Inko Midoriyas funeral. At my mothers funeral. And boy, did it hurt. 

 Especially because I could have saved her.

Sure, I hadn't used my quirk that much since I started singing, but I can still use it pretty well. 

At least, I don't break my bones when I use it anymore.

The preacher finished his speech, and bowed his head. "Goodbye, Inko. May you rest well."

Time skip to after the funeral.

I walked down the alleyway with my earplugs in, listening to 'Older' again. I was addicted to the freaking song, for crying out loud!!!!!!!! I started singing the lyrics under my breath.

The older I get

The more that I see

My parents aren't hero's

They're just like me.

And loving is hard.

It don't always work

You just try you're best

Not to get hurt

I used to be mad

But now I know

Sometimes its better to let someone go.

It just hadn't hit

me

yet 

the older I get.

I used to wonder why

Why they could never be happy.

And I used to close my eyes.

And wish for a whole 'nother family

where everything was fine

One that felt like mine.

I swore I'd never be like them

But I was just a kid back then...


That was when my voice cracked and I broke down. I started hyperventilating. Oh no...

I know what this means. I've had enough panic attacks in my life to know when I was about to have one. This is bad. For one, I'm out in public, and "THE SINGING SENSATION!!" can't show weakness. For another, my friends are the only ones who have been able to help me, and they were back home. So I was stuck in an alley, all alone, having a severe panic attack and struggling to breath. Not an ideal situation for anyone to be in. 

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