𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 | 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙚-𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝙮. 𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙮𝙖

⚠TW: SU*CIDE, C*TTING, BLO0D,DR*WNING ⚠

SO PLEASE IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH THESE THEMES I SUGGEST YOU DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER!!!!!

a/n stay safe and healthy and thank you for reading my book <3

"I need you!" he screamed in despair for what seemed the thousandth time, agony and sorrow filling his creaked, slightly melancholic voice. Tears were falling down his cheeks in waterfalls, entering his opened mouth, nearly causing him to choke, while his throat ached and burned as if his vocal chords were ripped apart.

He held onto her limp, cold body, caressing her damp hair and repeatedly trying to make her respond to his forlorn calls, waiting for a miracle to occur. But it didn't occur, the desired miracle didn't respond and his hope faded as easily as it came. The muffled sounds of nishinoya's cries for help were long forgotten, unheard by anyone while his heart shattered into tiny pieces, his undying love for the lamented girl shattering with it.

His fists curled the drenched fabric of her white dress. She looked calm, at peace even, with her eyes closed in a relaxed manner and a small smile apparent on her lovely face. "Of course she looks at peace, she chose to do this" he bitterly thought.

Her once gleaming eyes were now hidden behind her eyelids and the purplish colour of her erstwhile soft, beautifully tinted lips was too much to handle for the short libero.

His whole world ended with her last breath and he couldn't bring himself to think of her past self, of how cheerful she was, the way her hair danced in the slow zephyrs and of her shooting voice, the voice that comforted him for hours after he lost a match. That same voice muttered sweet words, putting him at ease by an instant and helping him fall asleep in her once warm embrace.

It was so blissful, so calming, so perfect. But it all fractured that day, his once perfect life becoming a bittersweet memory.

It all broke down that morning. It was about 6am when the raging ringing of the phone woke the man up from his deep slumber. Groggily he answered the call, his eyes barely opened and a frown visible on his face. "Yes?" he asked the caller, annoyance encircling his harshly said words. He was met by a continuous line of sobs and whimpers coming from a female voice.

His eyes instantly softened when he realized he was talking to his girlfriend, worry making its way onto his once frowning face. "What's wrong, babe?" curiosity and uneasiness laced the man's voice as he stood up from his comfortably warm bed. "I want it all to end... I want it all to end today" she struggled to keep her voice clear "I can't take this anymore, the pain is eating me alive" her voice creaked and he could feel that his lover reached her peak. Nishinoya's eyes widened and he tried to be as composed as possible when he asked her what was going on and that she could talk to him. The girl just kept crying, her wails getting louder and louder. She was overwhelmed and he definitely knew that so he instructed her to wait for him to arrive at her house, but she went silent and as soon as he knew it, the call was over.

=y/n's POV=

"I can't do this anymore" she thought while the warm liquid streamed down her arms, shining in the moonlight. Her freshly cut wrists were bleeding heavily and her vision started to blur a little, dizziness hitting her aching head. She knew she had to cover them up in some sort of bandages but she didn't proceed to actually do it.

She watched the crimson fluid slide down her fingertips and onto the cold bathroom tiles, her lips curving in a faintly nostalgic smile. The young woman didn't utter a single word as she looked into the broken mirror. A cigarette laid down onto the sink, half lit while smoke ascended from it, fogging the remains of the mirror. She took the nicotine stick and brought it to her slightly parted lips and inhaled the smoke while staring at her blood covering the white sink. The smoke that came out of her mouth fogged the broken shreds of the mirror even further. She hated herself for giving up, but she could not continue to live like this, not even her boyfriend made her happy anymore.

She looked at the bathtub, an idea forming in her dejected mind. She turned on the water at ice-cold temperature and let it fall fast into the bathtub. The woman gazed at her destroyed sleep attire in disgust and decided that is wasn't going to die dressed in a blood-stained pajama. She stumbled into her messy bedroom, leaving a small path of blood droplets on her way there. A white dress hung on the side of her wardrobe- a gift from her loving boyfriend. She quickly slid it on, the silky material and perfect size making her smile a little at the thought of Nshinoya, a pained expression following closely at the thought of him mourning over her soon-to-be-dead body.

She knew she shouldn't leave him alone but her mind kept controlling her feelings. It told her to end all of the pain that day. Lacking reluctance she entered the dimly lit bathroom and saw the bathtub nearly overflowing with cold water. A sob escaped her lips as she thought of her lover, her heart breaking while she dialed his number for the last time. The hour didn't matter, she needed to talk to him before doing what she was about to. He answered in a slightly annoyed voice, making her wail and yelp in pain. When he realized whom he was talking to, he changed his tone and asked what was wrong. She let out a pained chuckle and just cried in the phone. She repeated the same words over and over again until she hung up, muttering a small "goodbye" as she slid into the bathtub.

She didn't move, didn't try to fight it, she just enjoyed the peace, the silence, the feeling. It was alleviating, peaceful even and no form of regret existed in her mind. She could hear the front door opening with a slam but she didn't care. She smiled and let death take her soul in its arms, leaving her body behind with all her worries.

=no one's POV=

When the man entered the dark and smoky bathroom he could not believe his eyes. His heart dropped, a pang of pain going through his heart as he watched his lover's limp body float in the cold water. The blade covered in blood on the tiled floor, the foggy broken mirror and her familiar scent made him break down. He rushed to her, lifting up the corpse, trying to process what was happening, his mind was clouded by fear and affliction.

He screamed, yet no one heard him, he cried, yet no one saw him, his world ended yet no one seemed to care.

His despair was enlarged by a small note on the sink, next to the half-lit cigarette. It said: "now I know you don't need me anymore"

Nishinoya screamed at the top of his lungs "I need you" for a million times but you still couldn't hear him, neither could the world.

"no you don't" the back of the note said, as if you expected him to say that. "no, you don't"

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