𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 ⁂ {𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪}

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kairi's fists crash onto the front door of mattia's house with such force that his curled up pinky's turn red, and to make matters worse there's no answer. he slams his fists down harder, screaming for someone, god just someone to respond. and he almost collapses down onto the boy's dad when he swings open the door with a red face, "why are you banging on the fucking door so hard?" mr. polibio curses. kairi doesn't even have time to explain, he darts past him and makes his way up to mattia's room. he's taken aback when he doesn't find any sign of him in there, so he results to the bathroom and jesus.

there he lay, in a pool of his own blood, wrists slit vertically up his forearm. his face is pure white and his eyes are still open in the tiniest slits. however, kairi sees a slight rise and fall of the younger's chest. it's barely fucking there. he has such little hope left it might as well not even be there.

he breaks down, mattia's mom and dad behind him just as devastated as kairi. his hearing falters, everything is drowned out in silence. kairi's vision tunnels and all he can see is mattia's features. his head is fucking pounding.

next thing he knows, an ambulance is parked out at the front of mattia's house, his neighbors and friends flood around as well, bringing in some support and thoughtful prayers but in kairi's eyes, they're a bunch of burdens.

kairi's only been friends with mattia for what seems a long two weeks but he's already definite he knows more about him than anybody else does. he holds his hand the entire way to the hospital, whispering sweet nothings to the unconscious one, hope giving out by the very second.

"i'm with you mattia..."

"it's alright"

"you're alright"

"it's gonna be alright"