━━❝ MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFETIME, HE WOULD LOVE ME AS MUCH AS I LOVE HIM. ❞
⋆｡°✩┊ K. Tetta X reader
━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓 ✦ ━━━━
✦ 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕: When his comfort was so
| addicting that even the worlds couldn't
| set her apart from the...
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She gasped.
The girl finds herself in a place where she felt familiar. The smell of old books and dust.
And for the first time, she opened her eyes. And it was back to her home. Again.
She felt woozy, out of place. Even if the place felt like home, it all came down to her like she just woke up from a really weird dream.
Home... Home, is this home...?
Something laughed inside of her. Mocking her. Like 'Really? What makes you use that word after all this time?'
And a part of her felt like it was alright.
Time after time while feeling the fabric of her blanket wrapped above her.
Her eyes widened.
It all came back like a rush of emotions. The gang, her dog, Shibuya, Smiley and Angry, Tokyo Manji--
Him.
The him that she so want to see that her eyes even tried to reflect his own reflection into her vision. There was no way to even specifying the words she wants to use to claim the beating of her heart.
And the tears came pouring down.
"Why...? After all this time...?" She croaked. Her hands, palms up, shaking. "Please tell me this isn't true..."
but in herself, she knew it wasn't true.
She found glancing away at the wall after draining her whole body of its remaining water.
Staring.
Blankly.
No words escape her except for a couple of sniffs.
Her legs sweep off to the edge of the bed and propel herself off. And it moved to the window's direction.
It was all a nightmare. Or was it a dream? She's still trying to figure out what it is all about. The nostalgia, the sadness, the confrontations and pain-- and oh, the pain--!
How in an Angel's thesis can a god do something to a single ant of human!
How can one even comprehend the unbearable agony that surges through her blood!
Of course the gods drink it like fine wine--
They find pleasure in her sorrows--
"And out of all of it..."
She hiccuped, gripping on the frame of the windows. Gazing at the clouds. And damn did it feel real.
"I can still hear his voice. His screams. What would he be after all of this...?"
Her knees digged through her room's floor.
"What could have happened without me...?"
She stopped, frozen for a moment.
"What happened!" She shouted, rushing through her room to get her loptop.
"That's right! Shit! Why did I forgot all of the sudden? Jesus Christ I must've died or some shit--"
She typed on the keys of her loptop and googled the series. She clicked on the illegal website and browsed with sweaty hands the chapters.
And there it was. Kisaki.
Why did she had to pause in a page of him?
"Wait... Something isn't right..."
In where Kisaki was facing... it was a silhouette of white. It looked like a character was cut in the page.
Her brows furrowed. "So... is that me...? It could be, right? It makes sense..."
She unconsciously raised her hand and pointed her finger at the screen.
And when it did, the page moved.
The pages sped through like a snap and her eyes turned white.
His voice.
"If ever we meet by the sound of your voice. Let this memory never fade. And I know we have done things we regretted and such thing are wanted to be pushed out of our lives. But even in those regrets, there were you. And in you I have longed far more stronger than any emotion I delt with,
And atleast it was you. Because in you I found my everything. And even if heaven can keep us apart I know in our hearts of hearts that we will meet again.
Because I will turn over hell if we don't...
I love you, Y/n. And I will never apologize for that, even if it keeps you awake."
She hiccuped and shake. "Kisaki, why..."
"Open your eyes, dear."
It was his voice. And when se opened her eyes, she was in a different setting.
"Do you remember this place?"
Enamoured by the large windows, where it let it's sunlight even show the floating dust.
It was that hallway. The first hallways that they both met equally.
She even remembered the water bottle.
"Eyes here."
Fingers grabbed her chin. And there eshe met eyes to eyes with him.
"K-Kisaki..." She croaked, Her face pushed by her smile, tears crowded at the corners of her eyes.
His face was still the same. Some features like the lone strand of hair dangling in front of his face and the slightly disheveled white polo shirt was the only difference from last they met.
And of course the screaming and tears.
"Hello beautiful." He matches her smile.
And their lips met. And in that moment, it was all that mattered.
