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eleven

it didn't stop.

it grew worse. the progress was gone. and i was left, hopelessly in love with one and falling in love with another. it confused my head and my heart and the combination of both was pure torture.

breakdowns. crying. screaming. nightmares. confusion. headaches. messes. a mess. a huge mess. a huge mess of damage upon collateral damage and i was suffering.

every minute with naomi left me blessed with presence and past, and every minute left me in agony because she was exactly what i couldn't really have. the more she did things that reminded me of oikawa, the more i wanted her, and the more i wanted to get away from her. because she was like him, but she wasn't him. and i wanted to let go, but it also made me miss him so fucking much.

crying. more crying. more screaming. a sore voice and empty tear ducts was all that was left.