rewrite . bokuaka

i; let me save you

Akaashi had run upstairs, ignoring his drunken parents shouting for him, he felt a sharp pain in his leg and looked down, noticing the sharp glass piercing his feet, and blood oozing out of his leg.

"I'm not gonna miss this," Akaashi huffed. He tried to be quiet as he got the glass out of his leg, limping up the stairs not to focus on the pain or get his parents to throw their rage on him. As he walked up the stairs rushing into his bathroom, there was only one thing on his mind.

Bokuto Koutarou.

Bokuto was his ex-lover, they were known as high school soulmates but throughout the years, the two split apart. Akaashi had said he needed a break from their relationship, it was getting harder and harder to hide his scars from him, he didn't want to let Bokuto in, to let the other judge him, his parents had forced down a mindset,

"Nobody would love you for the real you", they said.

'The world would be better of without you' they said.

'What is wrong with you?' they said.

'Why are you like this?' they said.

Every word was like a bow light on fire-scorched into him, whether they were just drunken words or sobered words they still affected him the same way until it was all he had chosen to believe.

And in the end, he thought, maybe the world is better off without him.

Everyone would just go on with their lives, right?

Not Bokuto, the older had longed for the day he could call Akaashi his again, but he had respected Akaashi's choices, you can't fight love after all. The two were still close, but off from a distance. Bokuto had noticed the changes in Akaashi, he wasn't the same person he had met during his second year of high school, he wasn't the same person who had promised to stay by his side once he had graduated.

He had changed.

Throughout college, the two had remained in touch, but they had been driven apart from each other, whether it was their social status or perhaps just the stress of it all, one thing they had both hoped was to be with each other again, in each other's arms just once. Escaping the world around them.

"Well, I guess that's never gonna happen," Akaashi sighed and chuckled to himself. He picked up a blade from inside his bathroom cabinet and slid it across his faint skin, one scar became two, two became three, and the cycle continued.

But as he was looking at the blood droplets coming out of his cuts, he still couldn't help but think about his past lover.

"Maybe I should call him. Just one last time, to tell him goodbye," Akaashi whimpered, tears dripping down his face.

"Is this what you wanted? to see me at my lowest?" he yelled looking up hoping someone could hear him.

'Isn't this what you wanted?' he heard a familiar voice say.

"Oh, It's you again," Akaashi chuckled, "I'm pretty sure I'm going crazy again," he laughed to himself.

'You look crazy,' the voice replied.

"It won't matter if I'm fucking dead would it?" Akaashi yelled.

'No so just do it,' The voice replied.

"One last call" Akaashi whimpered, "Let me make one last call to him,"

'He won't be able to save you,' the voice said.

"That's not the point!" Akaashi cried out "I just want to say goodbye, to tell him I love him,"

'Then do it' the voice said with a sad tone.