ELEVEN . tsukishima kei [✓]

#314 | sep 30th

to kei tsukishima/whomever it concerns,

im not sure if this an appropriate time to send this but im just fulfilling the wishes of the person whose hospital bed was next to mine.

about eight months ago, a new bed was prepared beside my own in the large but stuffy hospital room. the person who occupied the bed was an average look person who didn't seem to have anything wrong with them.

every single day, they'd write letters that were addressed to the same person. at first, i didn't give a shit about what they were doing. we were all in here because we were going to die.

but their face looked so content whenever they wrote and i was curious. what could be making them so happy? what was the point of it?

y/n saw me peeking and smiled, asking me what i needed in such a light tone. i bluntly asked what they were doing and y/n flipped their paper around to show the letter with the number #104 on the corner of it.

"im writing a letter to my ex-boyfriend. we broke up two months ago." y/n said with a ghost of a smile. i couldn't understand why they'd make a letter for their ex every single day. even so, why did they look so happy?

every single day, they'd wake up, write a note and send it out. it was always gushy and gross, but they looked so happy, even when they got no reply.

until july first came around.

days prior, y/n had been talking about how this man kei tsukishima would show up on july first to support her for one day. they trusted that he'd be there to comfort her. wholeheartedly believed that he'd show up.

only for y/n to find out that they had less than five months to live, without that guy there to comfort her.

do you know how fucking hard it was to make them stop crying? they didn't want to die. they were so happy to talk about this tsukishima bastard and he didn't even have an ounce of sympathy to show up on the day they'd find out if they were getting better or not. what the fuck is wrong with him?

shit. y/n was so happy to see pictures of him or hear about him from the orange haired kid who'd visit with his three friends. y/n looked over the moon when they heard that he was playing volleyball out of high school

it's so fucking unfair. why did i have to get better while they died all alone? no one even came to visit them as they took their last breaths in that shitty hospital room. what the fuck

it's so fucking unfair.

even as y/n died on the night of your birthday, the last thing they could think about was kei tsukishima and how much they loved him.

i've heard of you from your friend yamaguchi.

so tell me, kei tsukishima.

are you regretting your choice of ignoring them now?

sincerely,
the person in
the bed next to y/n's