Chapter 4

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...Beep...beep...beep........beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

His final breaths. Akaashi let go of Kenma and held onto his hand crying his eyes out. The doctor covered Kenma's body. Letting Akaashi stay.

"Sir, here are things he wished for us to give to you."

Akaashi looked up, receiving a box filled with letters for everyone.

"Thank you... doctor."

The doctor nodded, and left the room. Akaashi immediately texted Bokuto.

PM with Akaashi and Bokuto:

A: Bokuto...

B: Keiji where are you?! You ran out the wedding just like that!

A: I'm at the hospital...

B: Hospital??? ARE YOU OK?! WANT ME TO COME- NO IM ON MY WAY!

A: Bokuto-san. Stop- I'm ok, but Kenma isn't...

B: Kenma? Is that why he didn't come to the wedding?

A: Fuck that cursed wedding. I need you to drag kuroo out of that shit ass event, and come to the hospital downtown. AND ONLY KUROO

B: Ok! We'll be there in 20!

Seen.

Bokuto's Pov:

I grabbed onto Kuroo's arm dragging him out of the church to my car.

"WHAT THE HELL MAN??" Kuroo yelled at me,

I slapped him roughly leaving a mark on his cheek, "SHUT THE HELL UP! YOU SEE WHAT THE WOMAN HAS DOWN TO YOU?! KENMA IS IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL RIGHT NOW!" Kuroo just gasped. Staying silent, meanwhile I drove quickly to the hospital.

No One's Pov:

As the two men came rushing into Kenma's hospital room, Akaashi looked up at them. He look devastated, his eyes swollen up from the amount of tears he released. In shock Kuroo went over to the other side of Kenma's cold dead body. He looked at the cold body.

"Kenma... no, no no!" Kuroo started saying in disbelief, he grabbed Kenma's hand and placed it on his cheek.

"Kenma isn't dead! H-he is just cold! Kenma doesn't like the cold-!" Kuroo, on the verge of tears, kept denying his childhood's best friend's death.

Bokuto just sighed, then wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, "Kuroo... he is gone. He isn't coming back..."

Kuroo looked at Kenma's body, it was lifeless, pale, weak, he just couldn't believe his eyes. After a long pause of silence Akaashi handed Kuroo an envelope,

"He wanted to give this to you..." Akaashi gave Kuroo the letter and walked out the room to talk with the doctors to get Kenma's autopsy ready.

Kuroo looked at the envelope and opened it. He found himself a letter and a photo of him and Kenma when they were younger. He decided to open the letter which said,

"Dear Kuroo,

I want you to know that you were more than a childhood best friend. To me you were my world, you helped me learn how to love myself, how to take care of myself, and how to live life without worrying.

If you are reading this, that means either something bad has happened to me, or I have passed away due to my illness. You may be thinking, "Illnise?" Kuroo, I loved you ever since we were in highschool. I was an idiot for not confessing to you, no. I was an idiot for falling in love with you. I should've known it would never be possible to be with you. This is why I wrote this for you. I want you to know that I will always love you, but now that you're married to a woman that I'm sure you love, I want you to forget about me. Live a happy and loving life.

Kenma Kozume "


Tears streamed down Kuroo's face. He looked at his hand which had his newly married ring on. Kuroo took off the ring and threw it in the trash bin. He ran passing everyone in the hospital, going to the bus stop.

Kuroo took the bus to his business building. He got off the bus running inside going to the third floor. He took out the photo that he had from the envelope that he had received.

"I'm so fucking sorry Kenma!" He yelled from the rooftop,

"I should've n-noticed that this was my fault! If I would have focused more on you I would have realized!" Kuroo fell onto his knees crying,

He heard the rooftop door swing open as he saw Bokuto and Akaashi, which they have followed him all this time.

"Kuroo- STOP!" Bokut yelled trying to run to Kuroo to pull him off the edge of the building.

"I'm sorry..." Those were the last words ever heard from Kuroo. 

The end. 

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