❝ 𝙉𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❞ LONG HIATUS

: ̗̀➛SONGS OF PAST DAYS

"I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day."
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    It was particularly rainy that day, the sky was a cataclysm of darkness, with nothing but tiny droplets of rain falling right from it. Maybe there was something in the rain that day.

It was such a silly thought, to think the rain can carry such a tsunami of emotions, but then again, she was always stuck in her head.

I always wondered what was going on in that head of hers. No matter how much I knew, no matter how much I managed to find out about that girl, I knew I had only scratched the surface of her mind.

A day in the mind of (L/N) (Y/N). How frightening that would be, how utterly morbid.

That day I had plans to do nothing. I was given the day off and with the rain I knew I would never get anywhere with all of that precipitation, with all of the darkness that was in the sky.

I thought of going to see the kids, oh how i wished i went to see them, I wished I knew how little time i would have left with them. I thought of going to the store to buy (Y/N) her favorite tea and candy. Hell, I thought of going to get (Y/N).

She always did say how her home sounded like bullets when it rained. It gave her nightmares no normal person would have. 'Nightmares the devil delivered himself', she would say.

Just as I thought of closing my laptop to grab my umbrella and coat, my doorbell rang.

There she was, soaking wet.

There were no spoken words between us as there was no need for them. I knew everything I needed to know the second I opened my door to (Y/N)'s pleading eyes. I need you, they told me.

Her eyes always gave everything away. No matter how hard she tried to hide, she could never hide those eyes of hers. Or perhaps she could. Perhaps I am the only person in the world who can see those eyes.

Perhaps I am the only person in the world who can see her.

I see you, (Y/N). I see you.

(Y/N) sat on the couch. Usually she would stand, afraid to dirty my things, but I did not care. I never did.

Maybe it was something conditioned into her from her early childhood. Or maybe it wasn't.

"Odasaku," she said softly. She never had the courage to take her gaze away from the television.

Her voice was broken. I could tell.

I was the only one who could ever tell.

"It's okay, (Y/N). I'm here."

I'm here, (Y/N).