𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 [Kenma x Reader]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 ⌫

⋆ The Kiss of Death, by Jaume Barba.

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It has been a few more days. I don't know how much longer he needs, but I'm certainly hoping not much more.

I need to be around him. I just miss him so much.

Just as I decide to do something relatively relevant in order to distract me (shop for groceries), my phone rings.
The so expected call has finally made its way to my phone.

"Hello?" I pick up.

"Hey, can I come over? I miss you." He states.

"Sure. I've been waiting." I say in a faint voice and a smile.

No more words were exchanged, just a soft, breath like chuckle from him.

I tried to make myself and my place look slightly more presentable during my wait.

I didn't wait long, he must've been nearby already.

I open the door for him and he takes off his coat. I think these last few days were good for him. He is looking even better than before and it seams he's discovered his style. It suits him so well.

I hang his coat behind the door and we stare at each other for a minute.

He softly smiles and takes a step towards me. It's enough for our bodies to touch.
His arms lift, rubbing against my back as they do, until his hands are resting on my shoulder blades.

I feel my arms doing the same. It was like a natural impulse, as if my brain had not lifted my arms purposely. My hands roam his torso, my arms cross behind his neck as my hands lay on his shoulders.

We stand like this. Embraced, listening to the harsh wind trying to knock down the building; slowly and peacefully our breathing match one another's.

"I'm back. I'll stay, for a long, long time." He says, knowing me too well.

I can't make any sound come out of my mouth. All I can do is hold the tears, which are threatening to fall, in my eyes. This makes my eyes look glossy.

We pull away from the hug, just enough to stare at each other's faces. His eyes are like mine, he's missed me as much as I missed him.

Both of us understanding one another. This feeling is beyond anything I've ever felt before; being understood by the person I want and love the most in the universe feels like heaven.
We kiss.

♥⌫

I was so deep into love with him that I didn't notice myself slowly leaving me, fading away, dying.

As time moved along I became more and more lost. I had trouble remembering who I was and I think Kenma became aware of that too.

I can make him happy, I do everything he wants. I know what he likes, doesn't like, prefers and despises.
So what if I don't know me anymore? I'm fine with just him, just his presence. My existence doesn't matter, he is all I need, all I want.
Or so I thought.

Kenma was pleased with all that I did for him and with all the love and attention he got from me, but he realised that he was losing what he loved the most: me, the real me.
I can't give him that, I don't know who that is anymore.
That's probably why he never did nearly as much for me as I did for him.

One time we were both in the balcony having a drink late at night.
Kenma turns to me and says "I know what you're doing."

I give him a questioning look.

"All you do is for me, and don't get me wrong, I am really thankful for all that, but I think we should take a break."

When those words came out of his mouth I felt my heart shatter into millions of pieces and they were so small that they became light enough for the wind to take them away, making it impossible to put them together.
All my effort, for nothing. All my love, for someone who can't appreciate it. All of me, wasted on a lost love.

I'm speechless, but even then I pick my gaze off of the floor and put it into his eyes. I try my hardest to speak, my belly keeps giving in, making me too weak to speak loudly enough.
All I'm able to say is a faint "why?".

"What you are doing is consuming you. I'm bad for you and I can't live with myself knowing I'm doing you harm. I love you but lately it feels like you're not here anymore. Please, Y/n, get better, find yourself before it's too late. And once you know who you are, come to me again, so we can both be present and love each other equally."

I didn't give him an answer, instead I stared into his eyes but ended up by looking away.
That's when he grabbed both my hands and took them to his lips so he could give them a soft and compassionate kiss.

I was too empty to cry but I just felt so much all at once.

"Please, get better. I'll be the one to wait for you this time. Goodbye." He whispers in my ear as he hugs me strongly.

His hug was almost suffocating, yet I could barely feel it.

He went inside and I stayed in the balcony. The sky was just so beautiful that night.

There's the third thing he teaches me: when people leave, don't let them come back. Nothing can ever be as it was.

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I feel like this is too dramatic.
But hey! What's a fanfic without the drama?