Y/n L/n is Keisuke Baji's girlfriend. Or was. After her boyfriend died she time leaped multiple times trying to save him but to no avail. Will she be able to success with Takemitchi's help? Will she be able to save her brothers from death? And will...
(Α/n- I would like to say for those that don't know: Y/n-Your name L/n- Last name E/c- eyes color H/c- hair color Thank you and i hope you enjoy.😉)
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"When you asked my why she is this way, I told you that it was because, she can't accept that she has to live for him, without him." <───*:.｡..｡.:* ♡ *:.｡. .｡.:*────> Third Person's POV: The twenty-seven year old man named Takuro went on the balcony, lighting up his cigarette. He calmly smoked while looking at the city that was sleeping peacefully, undisturbed as the rains drops continued to flow quickly and steadily. Takuro looked at the big sign of the company that was still glowing red, even if the company was closed. He squinted his eyes to see what was written under the big sign with smaller letters. A few raindrops fell on his his hair and he gently brushed his fingers through his light brown locks, straightening them. The door of the balcony opened and his female coworker entered the balcony, staring blankly at the rain. Neither Takuro or his other coworkers could understand why Y/n L/n was always so calm and collected. There were some rumors about her having a dark past but he didn't believe them. Looking at her, a question popped in his mind and without thinking, he said.
"Why are you always so unsociable?" "That's quite the accusation. Why do you think so?" She replied, her face still blank. "Well... you never talk to anyone and don't take it personally but you seem so shallow and empty of life." He said, facing her. "Tell me...Takuro. Does life value to you? Do you know why exactly we live?" She asked, turning to him as her e/c eyes stared into his blue ones. But even though she was looking him in the eyes, still all Takuro saw was emptiness. She wasn't full of life like most people. It even seemed as though her brain didn't function. "Well life does indeed value to me. I live to try and make the people around me happier. You know...my family, my friends, my girlfriend." He responded confidently. "And what if there was no one you could live for? What would you do then?" She questioned, looking him right in the eyes again as her calm gaze met his. Something about the way she said that made Takuro think she was hinting something. His eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened. "Do you...not have them?I mean a boyfriend or friends or even...family?" He asked, shaking his head a little to try and get that thought out of his mind. "No, I don't. My parents passed away when I was still eleven. My friends are dead as well...at least most of them are. And my boyfriend...I lost him too." She responded in a calm way that left Takuro in disbelief. How could she talk so calmly about something like this? "I-I'm sorry." Was all he could utter as he looked at her in shock and sympathy. Y/n was only a twenty-four years old young woman. She surely did not deserve all that. And Takuro felt a bit guilty for potentially bringing back bad feelings. He worked with Y/n from four years and nobody spoke with her, seeing as she was so closed off. Takuro thought that maybe if he had decided to speak to her, he would have understood her and maybe even became friends with her. But he didn't. And that honestly made him feel narrow-minded and judgmental for rejecting the idea of her so fast. "What are you apologizing for? It's all my fault. No matter how many times I go back I never do the right thing. It never works. So I just gave up." Y/n replied, waving off his apology. The two coworkers didn't know what else to say and awkward silence settled between them. After a few minutes, Y/n calmly said 'goodbye' and went back inside. Takuro followed her movements with his eyes as she was collecting her things from her desk and putting them in her bag before slowly leaving.
Y/n walked down the streets with her hood up to cover her from the rain. She eventually stopped on the bus station, sitting on the bench and looking at her phone. It was there, written on her Lock Screen- the date 'October 30 2017'. Tomorrow was...tomorrow she had to visit his grave. Her heart tightened and she signed, desperately wanting to shake the feeling off but it didn't work. It never did. Every time she thought of him, her heart twisted and there was that feeling in her chest like she couldn't breathe. Twelve years back that feeling was butterflies in her stomach and her cheeks burning hot but then again, almost everything changed. The only things that didn't change were those painful memories. No matter how much time passed she could still clearly imagine his straight black locks. His smile that always made his fangs show and she used to find it adorable. She loved it all. She loved him. But now she wishes she hd never met him. Or fell in love with him. And she knows it was selfish but it just hurts too much. Four times. She leaped through time four times and tried to save him. With every attempt she became more broken and desperate. Seeing him die four times made her feel worthless, weak, hopeless and desperate. Unworthy of his love. But she just doesn't understand what she did wrong. For god's sake, she just wants answers. She was so confused. The sound of the buss arriving snapped her out of her thoughts as she entered and sat on the closest seat she could see. The bus was almost empty besides the driver and a drunk man that was sleeping in the back and looked like he's been there for hours. After she observed her surrounding, Y/n pulled her headphones out of her bag. She turned them on, putting them on her ears before clicking the app Spotify on her trashed screen protector and playing one of her playlists. She scrolled down her playlist until she reached the songs she had liked in 2005. Some people will say she's crazy for not getting rid of the old songs but she couldn't bring herself to for two reasons. The first one was that she had so many memories of her friends and her screaming and dancing to these songs. And second it reminded her of the difference. The songs she listened then-happy and cheerful. And the songs she listened to now-depressing and sad. Y/n has said so many times she hates changes. But those changes that were in her personality were just the reality's impact on her. A thought crossed her mind when she remembered her conversation with Takuro. She lost him too. The love of her life. Her best friend. Keisuke Baji. Her Suke. (A/n-Okay so here's the first chapter. I hope you liked it. I sincerely apologize if there are mistakes but sometimes when I type quickly things get messed up. I'm sorry that this chapter was a little depressing but I promise that the next one will be better. And if not the next one than the third. I'm also sorry if you don't like my writing. This is my first story but I love to write and I've read a lot of x readers. If you don't like something, please point it out and I'll try to fix it. Thank you all for reading my story and I'm sorry if the updates will be slow but I have exams now.😅)
