Hanahaki au
if you uh really wanna be sad, listen to bubblegum by clairo because I was while writing this.
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" You know, i think this date was successful! " His hair bounced in the dark blue sky, radiating love, I frowned. I tried to suppress a cough. Joe smiled, it was beautiful but not meant for me. It was discouraging as the paper envelope crumpled softly in my embrace. I swooped to a nearby wall, listening in on their conversation. Ryoto would say I looked so woebegone, whatever that means. i sniffed, wiping a tear from my eye.
" Yeah, it was very delightful, i needed this relief sooner! " Her words were sincere as I heard the distant rustle of clothing, i assumed they were hugging. I don't think it was all they did because the silence was far too long before the next sound of friction.
" Ehehe..I'll see you later, Tazuna! " I saw Kyoto run away, giggling happily.
He sighed, in love with the newfound thought of the dark-haired girl.
" She's the one. " He said, walking the same way she ran, down to his house.
I coughed, a petal or two with my sticky red substance on it. It seemed to make Joe on edge as turned around, making dead contact with his gorgeous scarlet eyes.
" Is that you, Sara? "
I ran before I thought he could see my glum violet eyes, but deep down inside I knew he did.
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" That's odd, Sara isn't here again today. " Ryoto frowns as she sits in the seat behind Sara's empty desk.
" Y-yeah. " I didn't tell her about how I saw Sara's miserable eyes. Did I do the wrong thing? Did I say something wrong? If not, then why did she look at me with those eyes?
" Joe, are you okay? You've got these distant eyes dude. "
I shook it off like it was nothing, of course I didn't. Sara would've told me something.
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I hiccuped as I cried for the eleventeenth time, trying to silence my sobs were no use. The room smelled like vomit and blood, which wasn't a good mix but one you got used to over time.
The door was locked and i lay next to the pink petals of a rose. The coughs were harsh and unforgiving. It hurts. I l mirthlessly laugh as I realize i'm possibly gonna die. I might as well get ready in my funeral outfit.
I try to get up but feel lightheaded from missing all those meals. " Urk.. " I say as I fall back onto my bed, feeling that urge to throw up again. I suppress it as I manage to make it to my closet, picking out that outfit Joe always liked on me. I felt warm tears stream down my face.
" Goddamn it, s-stop crying you d-dumb idiot.. " but I only cry harder until i'm a sobbing mess next to my closet.
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After another long hour of crying, I somehow got ready. Hoping my pink hat and white sickness mask covered my face well enough, I headed toward the nearby fast food restaurant.
