Unspoken Words (Tsukiyama Shuu x Neutral! Depressed! Reader)

Unspoken Words

I sat there by the window. In the lonely corner I thought of as home.

Everyday. I sat there every single day.

The sun would always drift in through the perfect glass. It had no scratches nor any dirt or even fingerprints on it. It was absolutely flawless. The wooden table always reflected the sun ever so slightly, making it seem to glow in a strange way. It was that odd sort of beauty one can't quite explain.

I always sighed as I think of how perfect it seems. How cheerful and filled with elegance. The sigh was, in no way, the sort of awed and relaxed sigh you'd expect. No, it was a sad and exhausted sigh, one that seemed to gracefully leave my lips several times a day.

This coffee shop is my home, but not in the way it is to those who work here.

I think, that it is time for me to go. It's time, to stop wasting my time with this perfect world and horribly imperfect life.

I know I never really told you, but I always loved you. Everything about you I loved. Your purple hair that was always groomed so nicely, those beautiful purple eyes to match,  and those strange suits you always wore.

But, I must bid my goodbyes. I, honestly, hope to see you again.
But only when the time is right.

That was the last thing the purple haired male wanted to read.

He stared down at the slightly crumpled paper in his hands. He stared at it, his eyes beginning to sting as he felt small water droplets begin to run down his cheeks. He didn't bother to wipe them away. He just let them quickly run down his pale face.
"Why did you leave?" a quiet question left his lips.
"I keep loosing everyone and I," He stops suddenly, a frown had finally begun to tug at his once blank face.
"I thought I had finally found someone who would stay."
"But I guess I was wrong."

The slightly crumpled paper began to fall, slowly fluttering to floor. A tear fell and hit it's surface, piercing the paper much like the letter had done to it's receiver.