They look all the same to me.
"𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨?"
"𝙔𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡."
Theres no one left to blame, but me.
-Ive had this story in my mind for over a year, ive just never actually wrote it until friday oct 11th, 24. We...
Killua looked at his phone, he felt way too clingy, that sounds disturbing in his thoughts. More so, needy? No, Thats worse. he would pretend that he was scrolling through his photos, that mostly consisted of tattoo's, old videos and photos of him and alluka, and an odd photo that he immediately deleted of illumi standing behind him at the beach. He felt like he had his head in the clouds, he had an overpowering headache right now, and it did not help.
Killua turned off his phone that was on 5 percent, and charged it on the floor next to his mattress. He got up to his little windowsill, and took a swig of NyQuil, the bottle was already about empty anyway, he'd drink the rest. He needed this shit to work fast for it to kick in, but killua knew that what the rest of what was in the bottle wasn't gonna do the trick. He needed another bottle, but he ran out; so to be it was.
God, gon got the man he asked for, he wasn't happy. Who could've knew that one of your 'crushes' that you 'loved' for so long was so boring and bland. Well, gon knew, he just didn't want to acknowledge that poor fact. He didn't know what gon had done to the earth to become a hopeless romantic, and as much as he hated that word he was in his bathroom, drowning himself in the lukewarm- turning numbing water. He didn't know what the purpose was anymore.
They've been together for a year, so it wouldn't hurt to break up now, right? Yeah, it was just a year. Not that much, not too little. Relationships never even lasted this long for gon, gon was starting to think he only stayed in this relationship because he thought or- knew, that he was doing it to not hurt his lovers feelings, if he had any. He only had a permanent straight face, bland, as if nothing affected him. They were once watching a scary movie, gon was basically shitting his pants and screaming like a little girl, and he was just still and bland.
Yeah, maybe he was just staying to stay, to say he had someone and brag to people. That wasn't using him.. right? Gon did feel something when they first met, he felt this infinitesimal, microscopic spark in his stomach, maybe because he was hungry at the time, but gon likes to think it was because he felt sparks for him. He was out the bath, he had soaked his head with thoughts that they were cascading out his ears and out his mouth onto the raw tilted floor.
His body felt numb from staying in the same position for so long, he just wanted to removed his flesh from his body and become a pile of bones. Gon walked out the bathroom and went to the kitchen, to see him eating oatmeal while watching layze on his phone. "Hey." Gon started, he paused his video, glancing up at gon. "Yeah." Gon tugged at his sleeve, feeling awkward. "So, do you wanna break up."
He hummed in response, slowly taking another slurp from his oatmeal and swallowing the lukewarm chunks. "Why." That question got gon to think, how should he phrase it. "Well, yeah. Just, yeah. This thing between us isn't working out and, I'm out of love. As some would say." Gon read a story that had those lines before, he was ever so shocked he ever remembered the lines. He nodded. "If thats what you want, I'm okay with it then."
It went just the way gon expected and he was content with it, but he wasn't. He wanted it to go the way he wanted, but he couldn't now, it was done. So, gon slid on his slides, grabbed his phone, and went outside. "Oh, killua texted me." He stared at his phone, texting him back. "Sorry..i didn't.. respond.." he mumbled the words out as he typed. He didn't get an immediate response, so he turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket, couldn't had been that serious.
Gon sat down under a palm tree, after an hour of walking, and the sun as setting. He twiddled his fingers in the sand. He closed his eyes underneath the palm tree.
It's paradise, paradise .. underneath these palm trees.
