tsukishima pov.
as we're sitting on your room floor, me playing stardew valley and you watching, i can tell you've got those bad thoughts on your mind again.
i wish you would believe me when i tell you you're worth something. i mean it, i really do. there's no way i can tell what's going on in your head, you have to tell me.
you're breathing starts to uneven as i look over to you, i take note of your panicked eyes intensely concentrated on the carpet.
i know it seems like i don't really care, that's just how i am, though, you know that. i don't know how i'm supposed to show that i care. how am i supposed to show that i really want to help?
yamaguchi? can you hear me?
YOU ARE READING
i promise, i'm trying.
Teen Fictiona tsukiyama story. lowercase intended. this story is vaguely based off of the song: i promise i'm trying // cavetown. the story is told through inner monologue/thoughts unless speech is further indicated in case my way of writing is found confusing...
