"43" (Kenma x reader)

22

A few days later.

Kenma was a ghost. He'd reread your old messages and listened to voice messages on loop.

He hadn't sleept more than a total of 5 hours. He was broken. He was nothing anymore. A shell of the person he once was.

Kuroo had tried to help, his attempt always failed. Kenma had stared at the Polaroid of you both smiling, and he smiled. A small hopeless sad excuse of a smile.

His mom had forced him to go downstairs for dinner today. "It's not healthy to be in that room all the time" she said. She was probably right but Kenma hated that. The idea of going out of his cacoon made of blankets.

He went down anyway because it was his mom. He sat there with his mom and dad. "So Kenma," "I don't feel like talking about her" he says taking a mouthful of food. "I was going to ask if you've been playing games" "oh I'm sorry" Kenma said.

"I haven't been playing" he said trying to hurry up and finish his meal. "Kenma" his mom said. "Me and your father have been talking and we think you should try to go to a support group or-"

"No, I don't want to go talk to a bunch of other people about how my girlfriend died suddenly" he said. "Kenma you can't keep living like this, it's not good for you. You need to grieve and going to a support group could seriously help you" his dad said.

"I said no i don't want to" "Kenma-" "no! Seriously I don't want to does it look like I'd want to go to some stupid support group filled with other people who's loved ones died?" He said. "I don't want to talk about her to a bunch of people who never knew her" he said.

"Kenma" "no!" He said then stood up and went to his room. He laid back in his back and covered himself in blankets. He looked at the picture of you and he cried lowly. He cried until he had fallen asleep.

-

A few months later.

He still hasn't recovered. He still is reminded of you with everything. There are songs he can't listen to without hearing you. There are places he can't go without feeling as if he'd fall apart again.

Sometimes when he'd go out he would see a girl and he'd swear for a split second that it was you.

There were two worlds. The one where you were alive and this one, the one where you were a memory.

A was instead of an is.