The wind whistled past his ears, he stood in mourning black besides the open whicker casket. She looked so beautiful. She could have been asleep. But instead she was dead. She was dead, and gone, and it was all his fault. He would have to live knowing she would never come back. All because of his stupid mistake.
The boy woke, gasping for air, fingers reaching to the ceiling, and he could have sworn he still felt the lingering touch of her hair in his small fingers.
Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, the boy got up, avoiding the view from his mirror at all costs. Yet when reaching down to grab his rucksack wich he had been desperately filling with school books, trying to beat the clock, his eyes met the ones in the mirror, and immediately he was entranced. Orange locks, that had become considerably less vibrant than before... Well he wasn't going to think on it. It was too painful. Yet still his hazel eyes met the mirror's watchful gaze. A too-thin body, covered in cuts and bruises that simply multiplied each day. Hinata Shouyou sighed. He wasn't surprised nobody had noticed the change. Yet it still broke him, piece by piece, that they never questioned it. They never questioned the poorly hid bags under his eyes, or the bruises that littered his body. They barely knew him, and it showed. He wasn't that clumsy, yet they never questioned his poor excuses. Part of him didn't want them to know, because that would bring the fragile stability he had created for himself once again come crashing down around him. Yet another piece hoped they'd pick up on it. That however good he was at faking a smile, that was all it was. Fake. That they would care enough to see past the cracking façade. But they didn't. Because the only thing anyone ever cared for... Was the happiness he gave, the happiness he truly wished he could keep for himself. But that was selfish. He had been staring at the mirror for ten minutes, the quiet vibrating of his alarm snapping him out of the downward spiral his thought were taking. He had to leave. He had to leave before she awoke. Grabbing the last of his things, Hinata swiftly pulled himself out his window into the roof, closed the latch and ran across the stones, dropping down into a tree, from wich he fell down, landing as light as a feather. And with that, he headed out, leaving his own personal hell behind, walking to purgatory... Where anything might happen. He headed to school.
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The view from the drop
FanfictionThey say he can fly. Yet they always forget he falls too. ☾ ✯ ☾ Hinata loved the view from the top. It was if he flew up. Volleyball was his passion, his escape. Everyone said he flew. But no one ever mentioned that he dropped. Sometimes he'd land...
