“ And here you are living
despite it all. ”
ᓚᘏᗢ • ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━| Chapter XVII |
A burst of bubbling anguish seethed into his flesh, a surge of bile accumulated into his throat as the nausea smacked his head, tears prickling.
“ I feel like shit.. ”
M/n's knees gave up after the practice, he felt the beads of his sweat rolling down beneath his tightened suit and the dirt of the field making him uncomfortable and agitated, and now he felt like throwing up from stress.
Leaning against the cold surface of the corridor, he stared at himself, he looks miserable, and there was a throbbing sensation at the end of his temples.
He buried his head into his arms as the pain seeped into his forehead, his flesh trembling on his bones, chuckled as he stuttered.
“ And look like shit too huh.. ”
He stilled as his heavy breathing ragged into the frigid air, cold sweat prickly on his forehead, strands of hair sticking in it.
“ What are you doing all sulked up over here. ”
A deep and strident voice reached into his ear perking up in a motion.
M/n lifted his head to see a man towering over him, eyes widening at the sight, rather confused.
“ You still have a game to play on aren't you..? you haven't lose yet so why are you here acting like a loser. ”
The man voiced up hoarsely, clearly in defeat and regret, his tired honeyed auburn irises glimmering at yours, he was covered in sweat, his messy and bright orange hair tousled from haggardness, fist clenching tightly.
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