*Kenmas POV*
I shiver in the cold air. Autumn is beginning to turn to Winter, and I can see frost on the ground. I left without a jacket, only with a black t-shirt and my pajama shorts.
My teeth chattered as I rubbed my now thin arms. People walking by either sent sympathetic or disgusted glances; I just tried to ignore them.
I could say I'm lonely, but I've never been all that fond of people. I do miss Kuroo though, he always helped me get through tough times like this. But I guess he can't right now.
I know for a fact that I'm done with killing. I'm not going back to who I was, no matter what. But maybe if they could just accept how I feel and give me a desk job like Kiyoko or Yachi? That would be easy.
I sighed as I brushed my brown and blonde hair out of my eyes. I missed my old hair, they made me dye it when I joined the agency. At first I didn't know why, but now that I know I was the prince of France I do.
The breeze started to pick up and I reached out to my water bottle. It was nearly empty, and I sighed. I'd have to beg for money. I've already finished the donuts, and I wished I savored them. There were about twelve in the bag, but I thought there were more. I ate one a day, only to find out there weren't as many as I had once thought.
As I sipped from the bottle I realized how late it was and decided to sleep. I walked over to my usual bench before hearing shouts.
"Kenma! Kenma!" It was Kuroo and two others. I could hear Kuroo because he was so loud, his rich voice practically shaking the earth.
I turned towards the direction the voices were coming from, only to see Shōyo, Kuroo and the new kid running at me.
Dear reader,
Okay so I have a small group of friends: Aoi, Akihiko, Akihito, my girlfriend and a few others. All of us in that group speak fluent English. We like to bother other kids who aren't fluent by talking in English, so we were at lunch. But, I it the terms "homo" and "Hobo" mixed up. So Akihiko goes "when I grow up I'll probably be homeless." And I went "I don't want to be a homo" and my girlfriend turned to me super sad and went: "does that mean we're breaking up?"
Sincerely,
Chihiro
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Fiksi PenggemarPsychological 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...
