"honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?"
Ϟ k.tsukishima x reader crackfic | inconsistent,
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TEMPORARY HIATUS
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ONE
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A DEAD METAPHOR
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LIFE WAS MONOTONOUS. There wasn't a single thing that could keep you entertained. From the moment you quit volleyball (because you'd never admit that you were forced to stop by your doctor–even after attempting to train again), it was as if everything had lost its colour. It was as if with the snapping of your bone, colour seeped endothermically from your world into the vicious red that blinded your senses.
You didn't remember going to the hospital, nor did you remember what your teammates did when you'd fallen to the ground, clutching your ankle, gritting your teeth and resisting a scream of bloody murder.
The only thing you remembered was the pain. Perhaps the last colour you properly saw was that red.
But there was no point thinking like this. Nothing could restore your ankle to its healthy state. They'd said it was a permanent injury, and that you'd never be able to play again.
You remember crying when you found out, but you don't let yourself remember for more than necessary.
The sun had never felt so cold.
You trudged through the mundane school halls. The sun hid behind the clouds today, as if echoing your gloomy sentiment.
Though the injury was nearly half a year ago–midway through your last season with your middle school team–you still felt envious of those grinning faces framed in pictures with gold medals clasped in their hands.
You'd gotten them there. They only completed the last leg.
Yet the medal that sat on your shelf, identical to those in the pictures, didn't feel like your own.
They had the audacity to win the prefectural tournament without you and go to nationals. (You'd gotten them to the semifinals, but you were still bitter over not being able to go to nationals with them.) Afterwards, as though heeding your spiteful prayers, everything went downhill. They lost their first game at nationals, and they were quickly cast away.
