The sun rose from the horizon, signifying the start of a new day. The sky turned an orange hue and the plants were now greeted with the UV rays that have vanished since the night started. Birdsong had replaced the typical night sounds of crickets, hums of the fluorescent lights, and the occasional car that would drive by.
Tsukishima and (F/n) were sitting at the edge of the bridge. It was the same place they stopped at when Tsukishima first came into the world: the world between the living and the dead. He was looking over at (F/n). She was hugging her knees as she sat on the ledge. The sun’s rays set beautifully on her face, highlighting the facial features Tsukishima adored. He felt his heart throb at the same thought (F/n) had since they met. The thought about Tsukishima leaving this world to return back to his life.
Ever since meeting (F/n), he learned to be more appreciative of the little things. Sunsets/sunrises; the taste of food, whether it be bland or flavorful; the faintest sounds that filled the void of silence. Anything and everything. He learned how quickly someone can go from having everything to having nothing. He learned how easy it was to take life for granted. He learned how special his life was, and how the less fortunate would kill for a life like his.
He was forever in debt to (F/n). (F/n) showed him a perspective of life that he never thought he’d be able to see. (F/n)’s story taught him how he should appreciate the small things because other people aren’t fortunate enough to experience the same things he gets to experience. (F/n) assured him that it’s okay to be emotionally vulnerable and that there’s nothing wrong with crying. He learned that having feelings doesn’t make you weak, and being emotionally apathetic doesn’t make you strong.
