How Could You Forget? (Aomine x Reader)

Four Days Of Suffering

"Satsuki! Will you quit running?!" I yelled out to her, following closely behind. She didn't even dare to turn around and look, nor from what it looked like, didn't even know where she was running to, she just kept going.

I sprinted even faster to catch up, eventually I made it to her and grabbed her arm; when I did she spun around on her heels and hit me, shouting at me.

"What happened to (First Name)-chan?! Why doesn't she remember me?!" She cried, her balled fists on my arms. The desperation in Satsuki's eyes, seeking for the answer.

I couldn't answer her.

I didn't want to answer her.

"I...I don't know..." I had to lie.

"Lying to yourself will never make the pain go away, and hurting others will never make you happier."

Is what (First Name) would say in a situation like this.

Geez...why did you have to leave me like that, (First Name)?

I stared down at Satsuki, slowly feeling myself come to her situation. I shook my head and took a deep and long breath.

Slowly, her hands dropped to her sides as she shook her head as well, as if she didn't want to believe that (First Name) had forgotten her.  As if she was hoping it was some type of sick joke. But the truth is, it isn't some mean joke.

"If (First Name)-chan doesn't remember me, doesn't it mean she doesn't remember you?" She queried, her face full of concern. I felt a bit annoyed, just from that. Just knowing that (First Name) not remembering me pissed me off.

"It doesn't matter," I blurted out.

Satsuki looked at me with wide-eyes. She couldn't believe I said that; I couldn't believe I said that.

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and spun around, walking away without continuing our conversation.

Damn it, (First Name)...why and how are you making me feel this way? It's so frustrating. I can't do this without you.

♱

I found myself staring at the room she and I slept together in, one time. I remember when she and I slept here because she had caught a cold.

Why am I thinking about her?

I exhaled strongly as my eyes closed shut. Just somehow hoping, it was all a dream.

I opened my eyes.

It wasn't a dream.

I stepped over and fell onto the creaky mattress, my hands behind my head. My body facing the ceiling, my chest heaving up and down from the stress I was feeling.

I turned to lay on my side, resting my head on my arm.

I laid there for hours.

I stayed awake for hours.

Hours spent thinking.

Hours I spent wasting.

And without realizing it, it was morning.

I sat up abruptly, my head spinning as I did. I closed my eyes and instantly brought my hand up to support myself. Dropping my hand after the fatigue went away.

I stared down at my right hand, the image of (First Name)'s hand in mine. I closed my hand slowly, not feeling anything there.

Just a hallucination, just a dream...huh?

I opened my hand again, I was right, it's all a mistake.

I fell back into the warm mattress, grumbling to myself to get a little bit of sleep for another stupid day.

And I did.

"How do they t-taste?" (First Name) asked, her small hands on her hips. Her face was full of curiosity, but her body was full of anticipation.

"They taste amazing," I said as I wrapped my arm around her waist, pressing my lips against her cheek.

"You're only saying that because I'm your girlfriend." She pouted, grabbing one of the chocolates she made, observing it with her fingers.

"I'm saying that because I love you, idiot. And they are really good." I opened my mouth for her to feed me. She placed the chocolate in her mouth and bent down to my level, smiling a bit as we bit it in half, each getting a piece.

Once (First Name) pulled away, I felt my cheeks heat up, not expecting what happened. I stared at her in complete shock as she's changed so much.

Not too soon after, (First Name) noticed, her cheeks flushing bright red, "Wh-What are you staring at, Daiki?"

Some things really don't change...

I sat there staring at her, unable to say a thing.

"Daiki?"

She repeated.

"Daiki, wake up."

Wake up?

"Daiki, wake up. You're going to be late for school." I suddenly inhaled sharply, blinking myself awake. Mom shook me.

"You're going to be late, again." She added a bit more tone to "again". Shortly after, she left.

I picked up my pillow and threw it at the wall aggressively, my body feeling sudden anger.

It was just a dream.