"How long left?"
"2 weeks."
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"2 weeks."
That's all I have left. It felt like suffocating, and my lungs hurt all the time, but -
I get to live normally for 2 weeks.
I made sure my parents didn't know. I don't want people to ask me if I'm doing well, or how I was doing. I felt so
Empty,
And they did nothing to help.
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Iwaizumi
"You okay?"
Oikawa's gaze shifts from the screen.
"Hm? Yeah." He answers, but quietly. It has been 2 days since he started talking again, but he doesn't say much.
"Iwa-chan." He pauses before saying.
"Hm?"
"Open this after I'm gone, okay?"
"No peeking!" He smiles.
It's fake.
My heart clenches and I think,
Oh god, no. Please don't do this to me,
I love you so, so much.
And the tears fall again, and Oikawa laughs a little in the background but everything is muted and my vision was blurry, and all I hear is Oikawa's faint laughter.
"Iwa-chan looks funny when he cries."
He laughs, then chokes and keeps quiet for a while.
He sounded so desperate while laughing and my heart hurt so much, and I die a little inside, and it was moments like these where I could almost hear the ticking time bomb attached to Oikawa, waiting to go,
Boom!
And I choke on my own tears. Oikawa lundges forward and I catch him with my arms. He sobs into the hem of my shirt, and I bury my face into his hair.
The envelope he hands me gets all crumpled, but that didn't matter for now. For now, it's just Oikawa.
"I love you."
I choke out, voice muffled by his hair.
He nods furiously, and I feel my shirt getting wet from all the tears.
Everything is well.
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