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Tsukishima kei : away

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His grin on the class tightens.

The spacious gym is decorated with bright garlands, with small string of lights glowering in each corner. The last third year dance looks lively, laughs and friendly chatters all around. You wore this dress that you asked him about couple months ago, since you weren't quit sure whether he would like it or not.

Every now and then, he steals a glance at you from across afar. Along with others, you smiled and laughed heartily, a drink with hand along with your group of friends.

Ah.... He loathes this feeling so much.

Sometimes, he cant believe that he saw you, with your unwavering cheerfulness for others. Would look so gray. He remembers in pure ache. Your bright eyes were dull and glistened with tears, puffy red as you wiped them dry with the end of your siseve, and shaklly.

"You've always been bad at showing your feelings, kei."

The song fades and switches to a slow, mellow tune and the lights of the room darken. The piano instrumental lulls the dancers in the middle and paired up in a slow dance. Some couples on the sides exchanged shy looks before coming forward, locking their fingers together and closing the space between them.

You stand by the side alone, however, with that same smiled on you. You look new, healed and cured from your wounds. By a great, painfully fateful chance, your gaze landed on his. He looks fair in his tux and that bow tie that Yamaguchi gave him and you can't help but subconsciously stare for a good couple of seconds before you realize what you are doing and averted your gaze quickly.

You remembered his last words to you, cold and sharp.

"Let's break up then. There's no use to keeping this up."

By luck, a boy in your hometown sees you alone and offered a dance. Even with this buboling ache in you, your lips gratefully smiled -though the strength of it falters subtly. Only your ex is able to catch that from the other side of the room -his knuckles Turing white on the glass he held. He looks at you through his bespectacled lenses, his golden eyes reflecting coldness...yet with regret

He wanted to hold you close - to hold your hand again and be the one with you in the middle of the room in a slow dance. That should be him who makes you smile, to feel your warmth as he closes the space between you two and just takes those lips that were rightfully his. He remembers it soft and light, fleeting and quick.

He wants everything to rewind -for him to hold you and make you smile and kiss you and yet....

He does nothing but look away....

Sad but I like it and hate it but it's life😭😭😭😭😓😓😪😪💖 sorry guys for a late update
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