"𝐌𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫..."

49

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PRESENT DAY.
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That night that I rushed to through the snow to get to Y/n was one of the saddest nights of life. I ran into the hospital when all three of the Bakugou's were already walking out with expressionless masks in their face.

I was too late.

Kacchan brushed past me and then I started to break down. My knees dropped to the floor and I started to cry.

And I couldn't stop.

My heart started to ache in pain.

And that didn't stop for awhile either.

Y/n was never open about her past and personal life. But, one day one our way back from one of our late night convenience store runs, she opened up. She told me about her mother, and how that day that I went to her violin concert all those years ago, was the same day her mother had died due to the fact that her quirk had been wearing down her body all of the years of her life. And soon after, her Father pasted too, due to the heavy drug addiction that he gained after his wife's passing.
And then, with no immediate family left, she was forced to go to France to live with her Aunt, Tera. And she went to the school of music there, not coming back to Japan until years later.

Her quirk, was what was hurting her body. And I feel like I have myself to blame for some of that. If only I would had known that she was basically killing herself by just using her quirk, than I would have never agreed to any of it. It still takes a burden on my heart.

I loved Y/n. To the bottom of my heart. And she slipped away from me all too easily.

After that day, I quit piano. And since then, I haven't even laid a finger on one, it's too much to even simply see piano. And now, I'm am currently continuing my hero career, my original passion.

I miss her. I miss her laugh, her smile, her kisses, the way she played violin with such a passion, her drive and determination, and simply, just the way we were together.

I didn't matter if she did not accept me as her boyfriend, it just mattered to me that I knew her feelings even though she never flat out said them.

Playing piano was such a monumental part of my life that it has drilled and molded inside of me, such development in me which is why I am never able to forget.

Sometimes, I am not so grateful for that.

Even today, the emotional release and relief that I feel and felt is a feeling that I can never forget and never be forgotten.

Sadly, I think it's beautiful.

The things that music can do to a person.

The things that love can do to a person.

The notes that used to flow so effortlessly out of my hands now sounded as if they were strained and forced.

Those melodies that used to bring me so much joy now felt empty and hollow.

Its so wondrous how when I lost something so important, that spark or magic that made playing piano so truly special, quickly drifted away.

That day that she walked into class 1A was a day that changed my life,

and that day that she departed from me changed my life too.

It's so hard to lose someone you love, and it's even harder to accept it.

Sometimes I think about what she would have said to me, if I was actually there. I feel as if she would have said something like

"Until we meet again, Mon amour."

終わり
THE END