SHE CARES ABOUT YOU ❝Something in me just changed Got me awake, got me ❞
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(TW: angst)
A BILLION QUESTIONS began to haunt Y/n's confused mind over the next few days, right after her last encounter with Reki: "Why isn't he happy that I tried skateboarding again?", "Why did he leave in that abrupt way?" and "Why didn't he react enthusiastically?".
Since then, the two had never seen or talked again, as the boy had begun to avoid his work shifts. Langa showed up every now and then instead, and he told her everything: how Reki had decided to end their friendship suddenly and how everyone was worried about him. Nobody knew where he was or how he was... He seemed to have evaporated into thin air. Langa was the only one who still had some connection with him since they attended the same class, but even then, the redhaired did not even glance at him once.
The only thing that could comfort Y/n at that moment was that Reki was finally healed completely from his injuries dating back to the match against Adam. Even her own knee was back as before, ready to be used to the fullest for her tricks on the skateboard.
Langa had tried to avoid talking to her about the "S", convinced that skateboarding would cause her further frustration, omitting any details of his personal challenge against Adam, which they had not even been able to conclude due to the arrival of the police, and the tournament, to which the redhaired had even decided not to participate in. Something was certainly happening: there was something wrong with Reki. Something that prevented him from having fun with his friends.
Was it possible that he was giving up skateboarding forever? Just when Y/n had decided to start from scratch. An inevitable question flashed through the girl's mind, "Is it my fault?", she wondered. But until she found Reki and talked to him properly, her questions wouldn't find answers, so she decided to bombard him with messages and calls, hoping for some sort of interaction.
Yet nothing, the boy avoided her and, like a lifeless body, dragged himself to school everyday — the only place where Langa hoped to actually talk to him — only to ignore his friends throughout the day. He looked lost as if he no longer knew what to do with his life or even who he was. The light that he emanated while skating was gradually dissolving. Or at least that was what the Canadian had told her.
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