Just Coffee k. akaashi

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝗈𝚗𝚜

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝗈𝗎 𝚒 𝚠𝖺𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝖺𝚛𝚎𝚍.

when i met you it was a mistake.

you weren't supposed to see me at that place or at that time.

it wasn't supposed to happen that way.

whenever i remembered that first interaction.

i used to internally cringe.

it drove me mad. 

'maybe if things were just a bit different'

'it's because i'm broken'

'he saw me at my worst and refused to love me at my best'

fake smiles were easy but the tears were no help.

fakes laughs come naturally but not if a wail had preceded it.

seeming composed was fairly easy but not if you're shaking.

you. 

you showed me what it was like to be cordial.

it seemed foolish to fall for someone for doing something as simple as caring.

it also seemed foolish to spend your wednesday night crying on a swing set on a child's playground.

it was just plain pathetic to have met 𝚢𝗈𝗎 there.

you didn't seem to care. 

your friend seemed to think it was stupid.

but then again he was the stupid one in the end.

from then on you couldn't get off of my mind.

and i couldn't get out of your messages.

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. . .𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝗈𝗎 𝚒 𝚠𝖺𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢. . .