𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

HEAVENWARD 𝘩. 𝘺𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪

SHORT NOTE: inspired by "sincerely, me" by deenee on ao3 also i keep seeing white cats in my house (in my peripheral vision) but when i turn, there's none??
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Mornings were never mundane, at least for you. Only with the fact that Yachi lived in an apartment next to you always made waking up to tomorrow something you looked forward to, but this morning and (very likely) the rest were an exemption.

Your humdrum expression was the first thing your mother saw but she could care less. With her recently finding out that you were, in fact, not attracted to men in any sense irritated her. She believes that girls liking girls do not exist and they only do it as a trend to get male validation.

She expressed to you what she felt about your coming out in a hysterical manner; screaming to let the whole world know that she does not support you and will bring you to conversion therapy on her free time. You protested against this, leading to her; your mother, deciding to ignore you.

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The day went by faster than normal, which you hated. A sudden feeling of dread came over you at the thought of going back home, in another or two hour your mother would come home, and she'll go back to rambling again and again on the things that should have happened and repeat, "Where did I go wrong?" Once more.

With a sigh, you took out the book [you forgot to return] out of your drawer but your hands were met with a different object.

"Flowers?"

You took them out to see the flower crowns and necklaces you made back then in middle school with Yachi. They wilted, its petals darkened. Another item that came along with the old flowers is a box, quite a wide one.

You stuffed them inside your bag and walked out of the school campus to hurry up back home to check what this was – forgetting about the book you're supposed to return.

Fortunately for you, your mother left you a message saying she'll be home late. You could care less about what she had to do as the box you got was the only thing on your mind.

You rushed into your room, locking the door, and opened your bag. You took out the box as well as the flower crowns and necklaces that were shoved inside.

You opened the box, you didn't know what to expect,
or even expect anything but you were met with a letter and more flowers. You thought the letter would make it clear as to what Yachi was going through but,

"Yn, I love you so much. I'm sorry."

It was too damn short.

Looking at the paper, it looked like she wrote a lot but erased it all to replace it with something that wouldn't give you any insight into her condition.

Your hands turned into a fist, gripping tight on the paper, almost ripping it in the process. Your eyes lingered on the few words on the paper making your heart clench, she didn't let you know about about anything, and here you thought the letter she wrote to you would explain.

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i feel like i'm the only one who understands this LMFAOO i bet this is stupid in your point of view but i cant help making oneshots that are confusing 😭