This one was inspired by my internet friend who doesn't even know I'm writing on wp, but well-
Akutagawa... a strange person, feared by everyone. They only saw the bad in him. But you understand. You knew that behind his mask of a monster, there was more suffering than most people can imagine. But nobody knew, nobody understood. But little by little, you were able to make him open up. It took you around two years, but he told you everything.
Everything about his painful childhood, everything about the feeling of never being enough, about his desperate tries and deepest fears. You gave him something he never had, you gave him the feeling of understanding, a person he can talk to about his emotions without being a burden or annoying.
But he didn't know about your deepest struggles, your pain, your fears. You rarely ever shared anything with anyone, even him. You were used to being the therapist friend and weren't the kind of person to open up to others much, but maybe, somewhere deep inside you, you also wished to be cared about. But at the same time... you believed that you do not deserve it.
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Lately everything felt just so empty. As if there was something missing. You didn't even think about your life much anymore. Did you even care? You lived just to survive without knowing the reason why, stuck in a routine. Every day seemed the same now and you were searching for even the slightest detail to make a difference between yesterday and today.
And maybe you found what you were looking for. When you came home from work, there was a small black envelope waiting for you.
Can I meet you tomorrow at the port, around 16:00? Please.. it's pretty important to me.
-Akutagawa
You were... surprised? Curious? Maybe even a little bit worried. Did something happen?
Why did he give you a letter anyway when he has your phone number?
But you can ask him later, obviously you won't just ignore him.
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You were walking around the port for a few minutes when you finally saw him, a slim figure in a black coat.
You immediately waved at him, walked towards him.
,,hey... (Y/N)"
,,Akutagawa.. is everything alright?"
He was looking around, was he nervous? Or just looking for the right words?
,,(Y/N)... I wanna thank you"
You were confused. Thank you? For what? And why now, all of sudden?
,,you were always here when I needed a support, you were always by my side. But more and more I feel like I owe you. You were always helping me heal my wounds while yours are still bleeding."
Before you could say anything, he pulled his hand from behind his back, holding flowers. Light pink roses tied with a white ribbon.
,,These are for you, (Y/N)."
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