Dimension

Chapter 19

The days were getting too long to live in after what had happened with her fictional crush. It's as if she had been laying in bed for hours, maybe even days. The sense of time went away hand in hand with loss. The school days are longer as her mind fixated on one subject, him. The walk home feels like a silent dream, easily forgotten when realization hits. The summer sun darkened past her curtains, it slowly mirroring back as the moon peeked over the hills.

Clunk

Another bird hit her window.

Clunk

The sound of idiocity knocked on glass.

Clunk

Is a storm brewing up?

Clunk

If sticks and stones are breaking her window, they might as well use her bones.

Clunk

(Y/n) scrunched her eyebrows, folding her eyelids in multiple layers. If it's a bird it needs immediate medical help, maybe even mental. And if it is a storm, she'd better lower the shutters to keep it from breaking the thin gate to her room. But...there are no clouds in the starry night.

Without thinking about the possibility of a bird to crash into her room the window snapped open with a loud bang. Her gaze was narrowed towards the tree that was blocking her window from the street, but it didn't take her long to notice someone shuffling their feet in the pebbled dirt.

The raven hair would be void if the streetlight didn't paint the gras with warmth, although his skin already did the same as he looked up. Darkness wrapped her sight as her brain processed the man standing below. It's him. The man she loved. The man who'd abandoned her. If she's going crazy, likely, she really needs to get medical help.

Her fist pounded against her skull as the other flat hand rubbed at her dried eyes, but the lovely figure didn't disapear. His hand arose as he covered his small concerned smile behind the grey bandages. His glued fingers wiggled as he gestured for her to come down, but she denied. She wanted to, but she somehow ended up down next to him in her sweatpants and loose T-Shirt which was tracing her soft skin with each stroke the wind took.

She stumbled at a void in her dictionary as she stood only a few feet apart from him. Her palms were clamy as her soul reached for him. She wanted to say something. Anything. But he was quicker in the softest way he could.

"Wanna go up the hill?"

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The wind pulled at the grey cardigan peeking from her fluffy jacket, sweatpants pressing itself firmly against her calf with every step she took against it. Shoes scrapped at the pebble glaced road as she trailed behind the dark clothed man. Her tangled hair cuddled itself in her tight, but messy bun. Her cloth covered arms wrapped in front of her braless chest, pressing them down to hide any indication that she's cold despite wearing a thick layer above it.

The man himself felt her trailing behind as he listened to the slowing shuffle of feet before he took a halt by the bottom of the small hill up to the highest point of the spot she used to bring him to.

"I-", the girl suddenly picked up her pace as soon as her eyes turned glossy, not leaving the man any room to speak.

She's not really ready yet. Not ready to hear him out after she welted away the days after he left. She promised herself that she would never suffer because of someone who shouldn't deserve it. But...she still loves him. Aizawa went through so much in his life...so much that it emotionally scarred him to hide himself. But the words he spoke effortlessly the day he left was just so painful and realistic that it didn't seem like a mistake. It's never a mistake when people leave her and that happens all the time...so much so she even stopped shedding tears, so why was this so painful?