《Bad Matches And Broken Promises》- A Renga Angst Fanfic.

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"Langa, you good? You look dead." "Yeah, miyas right..your not looking to great.."

Langa, obviously sleep deprived and emotionally exhausted, stares back at miya cherry and Joe. "Everything's fine..I just ran into reki yesterday. I don't walla talk about it." "..oh" "i-its fine though-! It didn't really bother me.." "are you sure? Do you need to talk-" "..I'm sure. You guys worry about me to
much."

Laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks. Thinks about how it really does matter. They weren't a good match, not back then and sure as hell not now. "You'd think after four years.." the boy lays his head on his pillow. "I would learn to forget about this. So why does this hurt so bad?" He quietly asks himself, answering his own question with sobbing. "I hurt him. I hurt him and it's my fault he's like this it's my fault he hates us all." Staring at his phone, vision blurred from tears. At rekis contact that had been left as "Reki<3" from when they were just 17 years old. He couldn't change it then and he still couldn't now.

The next day he shows up to the skatepark with a hoodie just thrown on and half brushed hair. "Langa.." miya stares at him. An obvious unhidable glimpse of concern. "Before you ask, I'm fine. Just tierd." "You don't look alright.." "I'm fine, plus your just a 16 year old kid. You don't have to deal with an adults problems." "But we're friends- and your barley older than me!" "I'm fine miya." But he obviously wasn't fine. No fine perosn would have had the obvious facade in their voice and the un ending slight shake in their legs, and tierd eyes like that. "Well- do you wanna skate-" "im just really exhausted. I'll hang around though.."

After about a week of all this, langa lay in his room, at around 10:30 at night. Picking up his phone and clicking rekis contact.

*"Hey, are you up? I need to talk to you."