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bitches broken hearts | tsukishima kei | angst

"you can pretend you don't miss me, you can pretend you don't care."

  two months. it had been two months since you'd last seen the boy you'd fallen for and fallen out with. he was a spring flower that had withered to the cold that engulfed both of you.

  he hadn't talked to you ever since then, his friends said he never uttered a word about you until- he said what again?

  "(y/n)? irrelevant."

"all you wanna do is kiss me. oh what a shame i'm not there."

  irrelevant my ass.

  he said... what?

  "why?"

"you can pretend you don't miss me, you can pretend you don't care."

  surreal, honestly. all honesty, surreal.

  you knew he was broken from your falling out, that's what all his friends were saying anyway.

"all you wanna do is kiss me, oh what a shame i'm not there."

  "i do miss her, i really do. but i just feel like don't have the authority to say it because i was the first to let go."

  you did miss him too.

  "tsukishima kei is the brightest boy i've ever met."

"what is you want? you can lie but i know that you're not fine."

  and you finally did cross paths again.

  "(y/n)-"

  "kei-"

  you smile as he looks down.

  "why did you want to meet up?" he asks flatly. your eyes met with his and it felt like a million words were spilling from him to you, you to him.

"everytime you talk, you talk bout me but you swear i'm not on your mind"

  "i've missed you, tons. and your friends tell me you're hurting. i don't want you to be hurting, kei. i've been worried sick about you these past few months, if only you'd just open up a bit, i'm sure you'd feel better." with that, tears flooded your eyes. countless times you'd heard he was broken to the core, countless times you heard he'd cried his eyes out, countless.

  and that was the problem of the situation. he never opened up, his perplexing gold eyes remaining subtle, sharp, bold.

"i'm fine."

"you can pretend you don't miss me, you can't pretend you don't care."

you grab his shirt and bury your face in his chest. he jumps but doesn't pull away.

soon you feel his long, bony fingers running through your hair.

"all you wanna do is kiss me, oh what a shame i'm not there."

"i miss you too," he murmurs, "but i'm so sorry, i can't go back to how it was."

"it's okay," you sniff, "i'm happy with just seeing you."

you were happy, of course you were, you were freaking elated. but it didn't put your mind at rest.

distance scared you to the core, even a tingle of it destroyed you. and you were sure it destroyed millions of other individuals out there. distance was a subject that had haunted you your whole life. why do you think your best friends in childhood are those in the playground? or your table mates?