Prodigy's

6. Breaking in your safe embrace

Song: stones by barbarossa
~third person~

Rain fell around the couple, the morning light hardly breaking into the sky.
"Let's dance, 'Kay tetsu?" Y/n chimed.
"Sorry, I must have misheard you. You want me to dance... in the rain, in public?!" Kuroo stared at the woman, seemingly bewildered at her proposition.
"of course! You're too stiff sometimes, let yourself have fun!" She grinned. Holding out her hand.
"Well... how could I ever say no to a smile like that?" I mumbled, taking the hand she so idly offered. "How about a simple waltz? I'm sure you'll learn fast enough."

~kuroo's POV~

So that's what we did, we waltzed in the rain. You always looked ten times more beautiful in the rain. I think it's because of how happy you were.
I miss every day with you, even the bad ones.

~third person~

"What's wrong with me tetsurou? No matter how hard I try it isn't good enough! I don't understand what I'm doing wrong..." y/n sobbed. Kuroo held her close, petting her hair and rubbing her back.

"You aren't doing anything wrong love, it's called being a prodigy.
When you're placed on a pedestal everything you do has a lot more pressure. You start to feel like the world is crushing you with every mistake... the thing is, when you do create something great, something you're proud of... that pedestal is the most incredible vantage point, a place you can see the way you've impacted the world."

~kuroo's POV~

There would always be bad times... that's just something we couldn't change. But the time we spent together couldn't be nearly as special without all of it. It's like you said
"You can cut the sad parts out of a story, but then there won't be much story left to tell."
Our story is short enough as it is, cutting out the sad parts would leave so much less for me to cling to.
I miss you my love, I miss the way you made me feel, I miss the way I could forget everything but you for a little while.

~first person~

"They turned out wonderful love! I guess opposing prodigy's can find a middle ground in their talents!" He beamed.
"Baking... who would have thought?" I joked.
Kuroo walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and setting his hed in the crook of my neck. "It makes sense doesn't it? It's a perfect mix of science and art, kinda like us."
"You're such a dork." I laughed.
"I'm your dork~"
"Pfft- fortunately so."

Kuroo turned me around, holding my hand in his and fiddling with my ring.
"Only a few more months..." he muttered, a soft smile on his face.
"I can't believe we're gonna be married!" I chimed

~kuroo's POV~

Every day with you, happy or sad, is one I'll never forget. Even when things got much worse... even after you got sick. I'll never forget a moment we shared.
Even knowing that you're gone, it's so hard not to think you'll come back. I find myself turning on your favorite songs and remembering the nights we'd spend dancing to them.

~third person~

"You know, you've gotten a lot better at dancing over the years tetsu!" Y/n chuckled.
"Well what can I say? I've got a damn good teacher." Tetsurou replied, tracing the woman's face with his hand. A fond smile rest on his face.
"well it won't be long til your better than me. I mean hell, we both know I'm only getting worse the more time passes." She joked, Though she quickly realized that was the wrong thing to say.
Comedy is a coping mechanism for many people, though it can have the opposite affect on the people around them. Kuroo's gentle smile turned to a look of melancholy, tears forming in his soft hazel eyes.

"Oh dear no, please don't cry..." y/n cooed in a comforting tone. She sat the man down on the couch and leaned his head to her chest, letting his tears roll onto her shirt. Her arms wrapped tightly around him "it's okay love, I'm here. I'm still here..." she muttered through a shakey voice.

~kuroo's POV~

We both knew that things were getting worse, you had been diagnosed with early-onset Parkinson's. You told me you wanted to live normally, that you didn't want your illness to change things. But we could only pretend for so long, eventually we had to face things... you would be leaving soon. I don't think either of us fully processed that, honestly I still don't think I've fully processed it and you're already gone.
It only got harder for you to live normally the more time that passed, the more symptoms affected your every day life.

Every minute that passes feels like another reminder that you're gone. I don't know how I'm supposed to do this anymore. Your funeral is in an hour and I really don't know if I can get through it. I just want things to go back, I want you to hold my hand again and tell me it'll be okay. I want you to tell me it was all a bad dream and that you're alive and well.

It always felt so safe, breaking in your embrace. But I can't do that now... I'm lost y/n. Please... help me.