Sometimes when people support you. It is truly only meant out of pity. Realizing such a thing at a young age is truly heartbreaking. It can leave a feeling in your heart you are unused to.
Such a feeling was learned by (Y/N) at too young of an age. Well, too young for one to get her hopes crushed.
On top of a stage, she wore a bright smile, her right arm in the air with her torso twisted, so she faced the front. Her left hand was on her hip as her eyes scanned the crowd. The award winning smile she wore faltered as she searched for the very people she wished to see her perform.
As the lights began to dim, so did the light in her heart. The curtain shut tightly left to hide the resolve, which crumbled at the darkness that consumed her. Her (E/C) eyes grew watery as she stepped backstage.
With her head hung low, she made her way to the changing room, removing the make-up she wore and changing into more comfortable clothes. She threw on black sweatpants with a white sweater in order to keep her body temperature regulated. She left her hair tied up as she left the changing room.
"Good job out there, sweetheart!" A voice calls out. She turns her head to watch as one of her classmates is handed a bouquet of flowers. The girl smiled widely at her parents, thanking them for such a gift.
Glancing around the room, all of her classmates were with someone they loved or cared for. Smiling and laughing at the performance that was well done.
Everything around her seemed to dull as a ringing could be heard in her ears. Looking around, she felt suffocated. She had to get out of there. That's all her mind could think of, so that was what she did.
Exiting the building, she turned to the left, walking a few paces from the door before resting on the stairs. She buried her face into her arms, which rested on her knees. She refused to cry at the aching feeling she felt in her heart.
Most people ignored her as she sat a good distance away from the doors, hidden behind a column of a pillar. Many people had begun to leave the building, their laughter ringing in the air.
A hand was gently placed on her shoulder, scaring the living daylights out of her.
"I'm sorry!" A voice cries out. Looking up, she sees a boy around her age crouching next to her. She took the end of her sleeve, wiping her eyes, embarrassed at the fact she couldn't keep herself from crying.
She looks up at the boy who smiles at her. His hand was outstretched to her holding a yellow rose out to her.
"You did really great up there," He spoke, holding his hand closer, motioning for her to take the rose.
"Oh, uh. Thank you, I guess, " She whispers, taking the flower from his hand.
The boy moves to sit next to her after she takes the rose. He sat next to her shoulder to shoulder. Turning his head, he continued to smile at her. She blinked, slightly unused to his friendliness.
"My name is Rin Matsuoka!" He tilts his head to the side slightly.
"Oh...I'm (Y/N) (L/N)" She speaks, holding the rose close to herself.
"Like I said earlier. You were amazing up there!" He repeats.
"No, I wasn't," She states bluntly, turning away and resting her head on her arms once more. The rose hung limply in her hand. Her gaze wandered back to the families with their children smiling and showing their love and support for them. She could feel her eyes growing watery at the sight, envious of the support they were given so freely.
The boy who sat next to her leaned over her slightly to see where her gaze settled. Spotting the happy families, he looked around the area in search of people who resembled the girl beside him.
"Where are your parents?" He asks, not quite understanding the situation.
She glances over at him from the corner of her eye, not turning her head towards him. With a huff, she rolls her eyes, shutting them, reminding herself the boy didn't know her personally for her to snap at him.
"Obviously, they aren't here," She replies, burying her face in her arms once more.
"What? Why not?" He questions, confused at her answer."Why wouldn't they want to show up to the school dance recital?"
"Because it's clearly not that important," She replies, her voice cracking the more she spoke, "Who wants to see their daughter perform for something that has no use in the future anyway?"
"But you love it, don't you?" Rin asks, this time resting a hand on her arm as some sort of comfort.
"Just because I love it doesn't mean it's meant to be." Shrugging off his arm, she stands up. She truly felt as though perhaps she wasn't meant to dance.
A child needs love and support for decisions they make. Any decision for the future they turn to the people they look up to. The ones who raise them, yet when their hopes and dreams are shattered? What more can they do than cry about it and move on?
"Since you love it, you should fight for it!" Rin replies, trying to give her that boost of encouragement.
"Look. I don't understand why you'd care so much when we barely know each other but thank you for attempting to cheer me up" (Y/N) pats his shoulder crouching down quickly and placing the rose beside him. "Thank you for the rose, but I don't think it's deserved. Have a nice day. "
She turns on her heel, heading back inside the building, leaving Rin to sit there alone. The yellow rose he offered her sat by his side as he watched her disappear, a hint of sadness in his eyes. The look on her face was one that seemed so familiar to him.
He watched as she scanned the crowd of people outside one more time, her expression becoming heartbroken at the sight of no one familiar.
He knew that despite holding on to that small hope, the ones she wished for to show up never did.
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Inure | Haruka Nanase X Reader
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