devil's advocate : ̗̀➛ kuroken

eleven

apparently, death from suicide wasn't formally so easy to escape for anyone. there were lots of police interrogations, school assembly and meeting ups with psychologists. it pained kuroo to see all the kids who made kenma this way now cry at the school's entrance, where a large photo of his beautiful friend was standing, flowers being placed underneath by all the students who wanted to support his closest friends in grieve.

but, out of real friends, there was just kuroo.

he would never forgive himself. never look into the mirror without a dissappointment. never look outside the window without his heart burning like it was getting ripped out. there were so many things he could have done. so many signs he had ignored.

now, all he got to do, was falling down to his knees in front of the photo he helped to choose by himself, and sob like a child, feeling all the sympathetic gazes on him. no one couraged to say anything though.

it must have been so hard. it must have felt terrible to not be able to reach for help when it still was time. so gross feeling old man's hands all over your body with no one listening to your screams, because your new friends used you as a payment for some coke. so lonely going through this all by yourself, with your own mother not believing you and taking away your only possible way of being listened to. so suffocating not being heard although you got hurt so bad, seeing your best friend turn away from you when you slowly destroyed yourself. it must have been so sad planning how to hung yourself up on a bridge.

words cannot describe how terribly he felt for kenma. how sorry he was.

but, all he could do now, was cry, hoping that his cold tears will cool down the burning feeling of the world betraying his best friend, his one and only kenma.

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thank you everyonee:)