the language of flowers | akaashi keiji ✓

10 ❀ sweet pea

akaashi keiji didn't know how long it had been. time had become lost to him when he lost (y/n) as if she had stolen that concept from his life.

no matter how long it had been — or how long it would be — her death pained him terribly with every moment that passed by.

"hey," he sat on his knees in the grass, clenching and unclenching his hands. "um, sorry it took me so long."

after he had been told the heartbreaking news, nothing really seemed to matter to him anymore. he skipped multiple classes, fought with the manager where he worked, and then bokuto had to forcefully drag him from his small apartment he had shared with (y/n) to her funeral.

"i couldn't bring myself to speak at your funeral." his voice wavered. "and so i uh—"

his dull azure eyes sadly flicked down to the pastel colored flowers that he now set in front of him.

he drew in a deep breath, feeling the painful lump forming in his throat.

"i've always loved getting to see you after practice and waking up next to you in the mornings after you had moved in with me. you were my favorite 'hello' each day no matter how many times i've said it or how many people i greeted and i—"

the words became jumbled in his throat that ached from refrained sobs.

"—i didn't get to say goodbye."

sorrowful tears splattered the grass like morning dew, decorating the emerald stalks like diamond drops.

"so this is it. my goodbye."

a nostalgic smile made its way onto his trembling lips as he recalled the joyful and loving moments he had shared with her.

"thank you for everything. every smile, every laugh, every tear, every memory. life was truly a pleasure with you in it and i couldn't have asked for more. i love you so much and i hope to see you again soon."

thank you / pleasure / goodbye
i love you
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