prompt: the hero's final cry. [2/2]
category: angst
character: the kfc man
word count: 670
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Dear Y/n,
I can't put my feelings into words. I was never good at that. I mean, you knew that, right? I was always such a flirt and even though you played hard to get, you liked it; you had that little smile on your face and the gleam in your eyes told me that you were definitely coming home with me that night. That's how it all started. And never, for a moment in my life, have I taken that night for granted. Yet, I somehow did take you for granted. Oh, the irony. I know if you were here, if it was someone else, if it wasn't you, you'd be chewing me out. And it hurts. Because sometimes I can't remember the sound of your own voice. I don't know if it's because it's been so long or because my mind's been so warped lately. You were right. I don't know who I am anymore. I don't even think I want to be myself even if I did know. Keigo, Hawks. . . some kind of double agent for the HPSC. I don't know. Everything just blends together and I realize that the only moments I wasn't tense was with you. Having you in my arms made the entire world freeze; I felt comfortable. I felt like I was home, y'know? I think that's the closest I could ever get to feeling like myself again. I'm sorry I became someone that you didn't fall in love with. I'm sorry for taking you for granted. There are so many apologies I owe you, but I want to tell you in person. So badly. I know this will hurt both of us if I say it, but I want to anyway. I love you. To be honest, I don't know what's going to happen to me. This whole war stuff and the kids being involved too; it's insane! I'm sorry for my bad writing too, I recently got my right wrist hurt. I'm trying to make a feather write this, haha. That's a whole new level of pathetic, right? I'm sorry. I don't know what's going to happen to me, but I promise, I'll be back, okay? I'll talk to you in person if you'll let me. I want to look you in the eyes when I curse us both by telling you "I love you" then too. I was an idiot to let you go. However, I was an even bigger idiot not putting you first. Sometimes I wish I was a villain. Maybe then I'd have the courage to sacrifice you for the world because, by God, I know that you're worth it. I'll see you soon.
I love you.
- Keigo
You lifted your head, glancing at the letter that was shaking in your hands, your eyes darting to the TV screen. Helicopters: that's what was displaying the news in front of you. You couldn't see it, but you were hoping that at some point you could see a flash of red, a glimpse of gold. Anything to tell you that Hawks was alive.
That Takami Keigo's heart was beating.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at the wrinkled paper that had fallen from your hands and onto the floor, noticing the damp droplets that lay on the paper. He had dropped this off at your house before leaving; no doubt making sure that you weren't home beforehand. And you didn't have to ask to know that he was crying even then too.
Keigo was crying. Not Hawks. Not some upbeat cheery hero that tried to recruit the world acting as if it wasn't falling apart already. "Keigo, you idiot," You mumbled, tears in your eyes as your dog, Arya, looked up at you with a confused glance, yipping at your feet. You picked up your corgi, mumbling into her fur as she licked away your tears.
"You better come back."
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