firstly: im so sorry
secondly: this sucks so pls ignore lmao
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Akaashi was pathetic.
He was pathetic, and he knew it.
He was okay with it.
He breathed in another puff of his marijuana, his addiction, before letting out a tiny sigh as his phone slipped out of his hand and his head flopped against his pillow.
It was his usual tiring day-- He went by unnoticed at sometimes, and other times he was too noticed.
He was dead on the inside. He was hurt. He was annoyed. He was angry. He was sick and tired of going through this horrible cycle of pain everyday, especially without Bokuto.
Bokuto always held him whenever he had one of his panic episodes, and played with his hair to calm him down, and gave him sweet kisses whenever they wanted them, and loved him.
He said he'd love Akaashi forever.
Lying bitch.
Who needs the real thing anyway? All Akaashi needed was to dream.
He could dream about kisses and cuddles and anything he wanted. He was the king of his palace here.
He dreamed so much that he lost a hold of reality-- it slipped from his fingers like water and fell. Reality fell out of sight, but he didn't care. No, not at all.
God, he probably looked so pathetic.
But that was okay. His "crippling" little addiction calmed him down. His anxiety was no more now. It made him feel alive.
And hey, if he got lucky, maybe he'd die soon.
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Bokuto was so, so worried.
He should have never left Akaashi alone.
It's been two weeks since they broke up, and Bokuto is still full of regret.
Akaashi ignored every single one of his texts. His calls. His voicemails.
He even tried to stop by his dorm to see if they could talk. He needed to help him.
But Akaashi was probably out cold, lost in his little world.
Bokuto was obsessively looking up facts about weed. Anything he could find.
What he found would spike up his worry so much that he'd cry. He'd sob and scream, and his stomach would hurt from his dark thoughts.
Thoughts of Akaashi suffering in some horrible, horrible way. Thoughts of him dying alone in his dorm.
He had constant nightmares of horrible, horrible things.
All because Akaashi was feeling depressed? All because Bokuto left him alone?
No, this was not fair at all. Bokuto had to help him.
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