Just Coffee k. akaashi

where boys become Men.

Akaashi's tears had been imprinted on the letters since the moment he realized that she had written kotaro. They were for him. When he said that I ought to have a look I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't this-  

I wasn't ready for it.

I wasn't really even ready for her.

I didn't know how important she would become to me over the years.

I didn't know how hurt I would be once she was gone.

I wouldn't have done it. 

I wouldn't have done any of it if I knew this was going to be the end product. 

I took her body before her heart.

I am a terrible person.

I was so caught up in my own fucking infatuation, lust, teenage horniness, or whatever you call it and acted like an ass. 

It all seems so dumb now. 

I would trade it all, take it all back. . .

if she would come back. 

It feels wrong without her. It feels empty almost. 

I don't think this emptiness can be filled. 

I don't know but the remorse and regret make it seem like this is an emptiness that I'll forever have to live with. 

I killed a girl. 

It was me. 

Though, thinking back on it all. . .

𝖺 𝚕𝗈𝚝 𝚌𝖺𝚗 𝚑𝖺𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝖺 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

of course, lifetimes vary greatly by the person.

In the case of Misaki Ito some people would say that my life was finished before it had even begun, some may say she lived life to its fullest, I say that we may leave that up to her, for no one knows what ever maybe being going on in another's head.

some would describe her as a genuinely happy person, while I would describe her as this beautiful sadness.

some would describe her as a gem, while I would describe her as a hidden artifact.

some would describe her as an angel, I think the title of an Asria more fits her character.

Regardless of who says what, Misaki, deserved better. 

I can assure you that no ones life is peaches and sugarplums, though it seem that way for most. However, throughout a person's life, I think that they should be thankful and for the most part not try to worry others with their own demons, but in concealing her own demons, Misaki drove herself mad. With this in mind I would just like to say,

"fuck my life"

well actually i can't say that anymore for if it wasn't for my relatively shitty life i would never have met . . . 𝚢𝗈𝗎.

you were an angel.

i loved you with all of my heart, you, however . . . didn't.

even if you didn't love me, i was still . . . grateful for having even known you.

even if you didn't need me . . . i still needed you.

you were never the type to hurt anybody's feelings and never tried to hurt mine . . . purposefully, that is.

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. . .𝖺 𝚕𝗈𝚝 𝚌𝖺𝚗 𝚑𝖺𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝖺 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. . .