Chain Reaction (Karmagisa) [ON HOLD]

2.5|Breathe...

*Karma's POV*

I sighed a bit shakily, my fingers trembling as the keyboard ascended from the bottom of the screen.

That's it. I've gone over the edge.

I started coughing softly, trying to type something in. My eyesight worsened dramatically, I almost thought I was crying again. With my luck, my eyes were still dry, or so I assumed. Everytime I was about to send the message, re-reading it would just take away its justice. It didn't seem right. And that went on for who knows how long.

My coughing gradually became even more painful, until I couldn't stop myself. The coughing-fit was rough, it feeling like knife stabs and gasps for air which I couldn't fulfill. Without taking the liberty to re-read a mere lie, I erased my current message. Fwoosh! (Such silly message sounds.)

'Karma: Im at the park corner.. by sidewalk...'

I coughed even more, seemingly gagged by the air itself. My body didn't want to breathe it, it was refusing it. It's like my lungs weren't even there in the first place, the air had no where to go but back out. Fwoosh!

'Karma: can you come get me.. I cant.. its too hard to..'

My eyes didn't seem as if they were dry anymore, they were probably wet the entire time. The tears finally slid down, feeling the familiar liquid making their landing on my hands, uncontrollably shivering. I managed to send one last message before dropping the phone. Fwoosh!

'Karma: pls'

I wanted to cry out in pain, I couldn't feel the liquid for long. My fingertips went numb, the lack of feeling soon traveling up my arm like a virus. I turned around, the park was abandoned. The streets were as vacant as they've ever been. Ding!

Shaking almost violently, my hand reached down desperately if my phone would just come within my grasp. What did he say? My eyes weren't letting me see. I was sniffing, wiping my tears and snot on my sleeve like a little baby. But what could I have done? It wasn't like I could control all of this. That frustrated me, I couldn't stop this. Maybe I shouldn't have sent those messages. My tears soon gave a little bit of mercy on me.

'Nagisa: Don't worry Karma I'll be right there'

I continued to cry like a child, not holding back my voice, I didn't have enough strength. Although it felt as if I were smiling against my will. Was I happy about him coming? I didn't have any choice anyway, and he'd probably still show up and believe I'm sick, so that was good. I figured it'd be best to pretend I'm asleep, but I couldn't do that like this. I couldn't do that while crying and screaming, the empty city streets echoing my pain.

It wasn't until now I finally questioned it; what was I going through, and why? All the twists and turns in my stomach, they weren't so terrible until recently. The pounds and grinding of my head were incredulously increasing in pain as well. The stabs in my chest got a lot more violent, it felt as if I were being ripped open.

I felt like ripping myself open.

I couldn't stand it. The disgusting sound of my voice. First things first, to get myself to shut up, I'd have to calm myself down. I gasped, leaning back into the back of the bench, trying to breath slowly. Deep breath in, long breath out. In, out, in... out...

I thought it was working, my panic level dropped enough for me to at least think I'm normal. I looked back at my phone for a second, slowly reaching my hand to turn the phone off. To conserve the battery. It wasn't like I had any need to, but it was just a habit... And having it on whilst I didn't use it bothered me...

Just a little more, then he'll find you, then you'll be okay.

I tried to tell myself that, but it made me want to laugh. I didn't go past a grin, or that would've just fecked me up. How would he make me feel better? I mean... whatever he would do wouldn't change anything... right? He couldn't resolve the issue... he wouldn't... He just doesn't want to seem heartless after an offer.

That had to be it.

But then steps echoed throughout the dead streets. My eyes slid to the side, seeing the bluenette slow from a run to a walk. But what's this? My breath hitched, not prepared of what to do after that. I felt... happy? Extremely happy? He was there for me... Even though I've told myself not to believe in false hope countless times, I had to give in to this one.

"Karma-kuun!"

The voice was close to faint, but I still heard it. Planning to slowly release the breath I've held up for a few seconds, it didn't go quite as I planned. Just turning towards him gave me this... unbelievable amount of joy. I was too happy to see he actually came, but my body thought otherwise.

My body threw itself forward, against the bench itself in a rather reckless way. The coughing came back. It was a mixture of coughing and laughing; I was overjoyed by his presence, which also explains the tears forming in the corners of my eyes. It soon took me over, coughing even more roughly as I attempted to regain my composure.

The footsteps got closer, louder, quicker. My contentment rose higher, to the point where I stumbled off the bench so I could see him sooner. I was smiling throughout my battle for air, death much closer to winning than I. My face was cupped between the small, yet firm hands. The hands so rough, yet so gentle. I was so purely overjoyed, that I didn't notice I was beginning to slip away. To slip into a, hopefully, temporary death. My throat closed off completely, only seeing his blurred face before I blacked out.

"Na... gisa..."