𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ⋆ ᴋ. ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ

sincerely, y/n

heather's pov

After reading the letter, I picked up the phone to get a grasp of what kenma would think. just as I got a hold of my phone, a call came in and the caller's name was "kozume". I accepted the call,

"hey! What's up?" I spoke up.

"I got letters from y/n.. did you also happen to get some letters as well?"

I hesitated for a second.

"Uhm yeah. I got a letter."

We read our letters to each other. By the end of the ready, Kozume sounded like he was on the edge of crying. When my mouth opened up, attempting to form some words to comfort him, he softly and unsteadily said,

"I c-can't bel-lieve that... I j-just... let her out of m-my gr-grasp like that..." I sat there in silence listening to him go on about how much y/n meant to him, being unable to form words. 

is this my fault?...

was it me who made y/n come up to those choices?...

if it wasn't for me... y/n and kozume could've been happy together...

Kozume, on the other hand, has seemed to fell asleep while crying. you laid there, thinking about all the places you went wrong, but you were also thankful that y/n supported you.

thank you so much y/n... I'm grateful to you...