People come and go.
There are times when the world seems to have lost all its colors and the melody of life has turned into agonizing silence.
There are times when your knees feel weak every morning while getting out of bed, and the repetative tune...
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I hope you know that you are precious to me
There he stood. His short figure threw a shadow upon your trembling body, weakened by the unpleasant outburst of emotions. Your vision was blurry and your surroundings seemed to be stretching and moving and spinning. Lightheadedness settled over your being as you stared at the person standing above you, illuminated by the cold restroom´s light.
“Oh my god Y/n-“ The libero threw himself down to his knees. He was close enough for you to feel his presence, yet far enough from invading your personal space. He reached out his hands to you, but stopped midway. He was hesitant. Seeing your puffy face and red glossy eyes left him speechless. Every last bit of confidence was drained from his body. He was scared- no, he was terrified of his eccentric presence breaking you, since you were already in such fragile condition.
“No…” You sniffled, shaking your head. “You shouldn´t be here, you are supposed to be out there on the court…”
The thought of making Nishinoya come here to check up on you in spite of having a match going on was only adding fuel to the fire that was already burning you alive. Sure, the hyperventilation stopped, the danger of fainting was out of sight, but the guilt. God damn the guilt. It was the worst. Your own thoughts made you feel sick to the point your insides physically hurt. Streams of bitter tears oozed out of your eye sockets.
Why is he here?
What have I done?
I fucking hate the new me
The libero took a sharp inhale. “Hey now, it´s okay…” He moved closer to you. Slowly. Giving you time to react in case you needed the space. But you didn´t do anything. You didn´t tell him to stop, nor you moved away. Maybe you were too tired to even try. Or maybe you wanted to feel someone next to you. Maybe you were tired of being alone.
He's taking medicine to feel again
You couldn´t hold the eye contact. His big brown eyes were so vibrant and always lively. Like two suns. It felt like a sin, staring into them for too long.
He can't get up to talk to them
You hid your face behind your palms as your head dropped, trying to block out your own sobs which became too loud for your liking. “I´m sorry… I´m so sorry…”
Nishinoya stared at you in disbelief. His heart shattered into million pieces. The girl who always seemed so strong and resilient, sometimes to such extent people might think of her as distant and cold, as an impregnable fortress, broke down. Fell apart. Your palms wettened with your tears, glistened under the cold light. The tiled walls kept all the outside noise away, but reflected your own whimpers twice as loud. His hands moved closer and closer to you, until he felt your warm skin under them.
