Once I got to mess hall I saw Shōyo sitting next to a tall boy. He had straight black hair and an intimidating face, just like the person Tsukishima had described.
"Hey Shōyo." I said as I sat down at their table, catching the attention of both boys.
"Oh my god! Are you the Kozume Kenma? That prince of France?" The black haired boy asked.
I was really confused and I looked to Shōyo. He looked like a deer in headlights. His eyes were wide and he seemed lost.
"Is this where you've been all these years? Everyone thought you die-" Shōyo cut him off by tackling and cupping a hand over his mouth.
"What are you talking about? I'm not-" I began, only to be cut off by a memory.
There was blood everywhere. People had been shot, after attempting to go up against a group of men.
Then, as if in slow motion, my mother jumped in front of me. She started shouting things, but I couldn't hear her. It felt as though I was stuck underwater.
Then, A loud sound echoed through the room. A gunshot, slicing through the silence.
And, as my mother fell, I saw the man holding the gun.
Kuroo.
Dear reader,
I'm thinking about deleting my account. In going through some rough stuff, but I feel like I'll regret it.
Sincerely,
Chihiro (this may be a goodbye)
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FanficPsychological repressing: A theorized psychological behavior where people make the unconscious decision to forget unwanted memories so as to reduce anxiety. But why would I forget when all I want is to remember? -------------------- Former Prince t...
