Haikyuu!! - Mocchan? {Oikawa Tooru X OC}

~It just keeps getting worse~

//so im doing it in first person now (which i probably did subconsciously anyway) it will be in mochi's pov mostly because ill probably make oikawa way more ooc than i already have... im sorry for that//

A secret place just for me, that no one will ever be able to find. A box in which no one can enter. An island that I can lay down and peacefully drift away without anyone to tear me from those feelings. I don't want to hurt anyone, yet I stupidly got into a situation were no matter what I do I can't leave, in general and without hurting hurting anyone. I can't bring myself to walk away from him. Even if it means I'll hurt him. I want to leave so badly.

A month has passed, everything was normal, she attended the practice match, which was pointless because Oikawa showed up in the last 5 minutes and got his butt kicked. Their relationship didn't change, they were still going strong. However she had to leave at one point.

She just didn't realise it would be so soon.

Loud coughing could be heard throughout the small building. Rough hacks and choking noises resonated through her ears. Tears fell from her red cheeks at a rapid speed, saturating her clothes and the mat beneath her. Sobs couldn't make it out from the series of extreme coughing. Her face was disgruntled and contorted in sadness. Her eyes were lifeless as she thought on about what was happening. Blood was sprayed across the mirror and the sink in front of her. The crimson liquid on her face was being mixed in with her tears, making them red as they fell off her chin. Small whispers escaped from her mouth. Help me, Please, Why is this happening. 
She just wanted to be happy.

I'm better off dead. All I'm going to give to him is sadness in return for all the love he's given me. This last month has been an amazing time and I wish it would never end; but all great things have to end at some point. This obviously isn't a fairy tale. 

I began taking various objects out of drawers and packed them into a small bag. I took the dress I brought with him and packed it into the bag, trying desperately not to cry. I packed everything I could and walked out the door, failing in my attempt to not cry.

I began to make my way over to the hospital I was admitted into a few years ago, it was because of tuberculosis that just had to be untreatable. It usually wasn't bad, I hadn't had many problems for years until now. Although that may be due to my extensive activity. I never ran anywhere before, I quit playing football because of it, I even quit attending classes because of it. I isolated myself so no one will get hurt. So they wont get hurt when I eventually die of this curse. 

But like anyone else, I needed someone to be there for me. Someone who wouldn't be upset. Someone who was just pretending to be there for me would suffice. 
Not someone who gave their heart to me. It causes too much pain to even imagine. 

"What would you do if I died?"

"I'd probably cry a whole lot, why? You aren't going to die are you?"

"Life makes those decisions so who knows? I could be hospitalised in a few weeks"

"You're so deep Mocchan.."

"What I say is full of truth though, is it not? What I'm saying is that if I die, don't be upset about it"

"I can't promise that you know"

"Yeah but just knowing that you will be fine without me will make me feel better"

"Hmmm... What would you do if I died?"

"You aren't going to die"

"But I answered you! Why ask me that if you aren't even dying?"