Warmth. [Akaashi Keiji One-Shot]

Warmth.

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Breaking point; the point where stress is so high and overwhelming that you can't help but break down and cry.

She was falling.

Falling and falling, like there was no end. The deeper she fell, the darker it became, and the lonelier she felt. The well wasn't endlessly deep. She knew she'd hit the bottom one time, and when that were to happen, she'd break down.

Her silent screams didn't reach, and no one noticed her smile fading more and more as time passed. She felt cold, and she didn't want to feel the warmth of her unending tears she was hiding from everybody anymore.

She needed the warmth of a hand.

A hand which would pull her out of that deep and dark well. She didn't have the power to climb the high walls that were surrounding her herself, and no matter how many times she looked up, she couldn't see the light. She couldn't get out on her own.

She knew she had to talk about it to somebody, but she couldn't. It was not that much of a secret, but she simply found it very difficult to talk about subjects like these. She'd rather keep it to herself. Pity was one of the things that she didn't need. She didn't want sympathy.

They didn't understand anyway.

''It'll be alright.''

Of course it wouldn't be alright. Why kept people saying that? Those words didn't comfort her, but made her only feel more miserable. She knew her friends meant well, and she didn't blame them for trying to make her feel better, but she didn't want to hear such words anymore.

Only she knew the truth, while her friends only knew a part of that truth.

One day, it became too much. She broke down during a free period at school. She had hit the bottom of the well, and she couldn't hold the tears back any longer.

She had reached her breaking point.

She had to talk about it to somebody. She needed to get it off her chest, no matter how difficult it was for her to talk about. Because of her situation, she was allowed to skip the next period and take a walk to calm down. Her teacher, who she'd told everything, told her to take someone with her, someone who was close to her, and could share her story with.

She chose Keiji.

He was a good listener, and always was there for her. She needed to clear her head, and the best person to do that with was definitely Keiji.

Once she had taken her jacket out of her locker, she went to the front door, where Keiji was waiting for her. His usual expression was shown on his face; an uninterested one, but she knew better than that. He had half of his face covered by a blue scarf, and his hands were in his pockets.

She bit her lip once they made eye contact. She knew he had to tell him everything, everything she didn't want to talk about, everything she felt uncomfortable with talking about, but he had to know.

Talking would help, and they both knew that.

She needed to get out of that well.

Keiji opened the door, and a cold breeze blew in their faces as soon as they left the building. A shiver went down her spine, and a trembling breath left her lips.

Keiji noticed and took his hand out of his pocket and held it out.

She stopped and just looked at him. His hand seemed so big, so strong and so reliable.

So warm.

This hand would definitely be able to pull her out of that dark well, where she was all alone with the problems she was keeping to herself. Where she was waiting and waiting for the person who could free her. Now, the time had come.

She could get out.

No more darkness.

No more cold.

No more hiding.

She reached out,

and took that hand.