𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 ✰ t. mitsuya

SNOW GLOBE

   draken eventually busted my door down or maybe he had a key, i don't know, wasn't really paying attention. after calming me down he sat me at my couch with a cup of coffee.

   "so you ready to talk yet?"

   "no, not really" i answered in a raised voice. the last thing i want to do is show anymore weakness. i can't afford to break like i just did again.

   "mitsuya," draken warned "you can tell me anything, so spill" with slight tears glossing my vision, i asked why he was here.

   "why would you wake me up when i haven't slept much lately?" i just need to keep my mouth shut so why do i keep talking. i'm not going to let my problems fall on him too. i shouldn't make him worry anymore than he already is.

   "well why haven't you been sleeping? still having those dreams of y/n?" hesitatingly, i nod my head, making the tears fall down my cheeks. goddamnit, i feel so small crying like this but i can't help it.

   "i'll ask again, are you ready to talk" i only respond with any other nod and a sob.

   "it's that same old dream every time, again and again. i fall asleep and wake back up in the same hotel room y/n jumped from. they're there too. we talk, and most recently argue, for a couple minutes before that god forsaken alarm clock goes off and," i take a long pause before whispering, "i have to watch them jump every damn night"

   draken stares at me with pity-filled eyes. "mitsuya," he chose his words carefully, "come back to us, people miss the old you"

   "you sure they don't hate me?" i say with a short laugh. i stopped wiping my mournful eyes awhile ago and just let the tears run. "so, you think you can fix me?" a louder laugh coming out of me this time.

   "you want me to be honest? i don't know how to help, mitsuya, i wouldn't even know where to start. we understand that you're grieving but don't forget that you aren't the only one. y/n was a friend to all of us too."

   "no, draken, you don't understand. even in death i am still a snow globe to them. my tiny little world is in their hands every second of those dreams. a single flick of their wrist and my plans are fucked for good. i just sit back and watch as my life unfolds around their walking corpse. hell, if y/n asked me to jump right behind them then i would." no longer in the mood to talk, i went back to my room and slammed the door shut.

   i wrote the soundtrack to giving up and my songs go like this on my greatest hits.