Seven days||Shouto x reader

03

No one likes Wednesdays.

Admit it.

It's the middle of the weekdays, a constant reminder that it's not finished yet.

Your suffering is not finished yet.

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<Midday>
<Status: Late>

Now then, you didn't have the stupid reason of "I slept in." Or "I missed my bus."

It was rather:

"I'm slowly dying and I have to see a doctor."

You weren't usually late and you didn't even miss class that often.

It was this one time that you couldn't ignore.

The blood was almost pouring out of your throat at a constant rate. Your way to breath closes and you find yourself drowning.

Drowning.

Is heartbreak drowning?

You flay your useless arms to get one more chance of life. But in the end it wastes your resources.

It's useless trying.

Bubbles of life escape your lungs.

You're slowly dying.

And it's so sad that you know it.

You know that you're dying.

You can't sit happily anymore, oblivious to death.

The doctor told you that you only have a few days left. And it was your decision to go through surgery.

Could you?

Forget?

About him?

Memories make you who you are.

Without them, who are you?

A husk without emotions.

If you forget, you forget happiness.

Being with him makes you happy.

Then why forget?

Why abandon?

You deserve to be happy.

You deserve more.

YOU DESERVE MORE THAN HER.

"It's not fair!" You break down.
The once silent janitor's closet muffles your pleas. Clouded tears streamed down your crimson stained cheeks. Your hands cup your tear stained face.

"I'll do anything!" Your hands covers your head, grabbing fists full of hair.

"Just-just don't take him away."your voice wavers.

The sobs seemed to never cease. You waste your breath bargaining to a hopeless cause.

You are wasting your breath in this life you were never meant to be in.

'I didn't realize that life could be so lonely.'