gunshots! [bnha]✓

30- departure

a/n: hey lovelies this is the end of this collection of oneshots. i based the number of oneshots contained here to the number of bullets a 9mm have which is 15-30.

thought i'd just put that there.

anyway, the song here is
always i'll care by jeremy zucker.

that's all. ciao lovely readers have a great morning/night ahead of u and to know more about me just go to the next chapter if ya want :)

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always, i'll care

'driving down the interstate,
i've never felt so far away,'

you sat in your car, sighing. you looked up to the gray sky, tears building up and threatening to spill. the familiar pang in your chest came back along with nostalgia.

why you ask? well, you see, as you were grocery shopping, a group of high schoolers passed by, laughing and carefree. it reminded you of your class, of your friends.

when you saw them, other than the bittersweet emotions that resurfaced, you felt empty.

'leaving hardly hurts at all,
im sorry that i never call,'

you took a deep breath and exhaled, wiping your tears as a thunder rumbled in the distance. 'it is for the best,' you thought as you started driving.

'often, i get exhausted
trying regardless to be enough,'

you recalled how tough they were, how strong they were to pass through the challenges you struggled in.

'is it selfish not to be selfless
when all i can help is to open up?'

with this you told them your problems. at first, telling your trauma over the villains capturing you since you were a child, was refreshing. they were smiling at you, thankful you told them about it.

but as the time passed, you started to feel like you were a burden. your self-hatred was just too great for you to overcome.

you ran away to convince yourself that you'll be better off alone. you convinced yourself that ignoring them was the right course of action.

'i'll be better than i was before
despite every text of yours ignored,'

you ran away to grow but ended up wilting like a dead rose. the emptiness grew bigger but your caring nature towards your classmates kept you going.

'will you call me still,
just to hear my voice i swear,
always, i'll ca--'

you parked and turned off your car in front of the abandoned cabin you started to live in two years ago, when you ran away. you set down your groceries, arranged them accordingly. lucky for you, it had all the basics when you found the place.

you sat down getting a cup of coffee, silently scrolling through your phone, reminiscing. 'those moments.. who knew they'd last,' you thought. you wondered how they were, what they are doing, if they debuted in the hero community or they are certified pro heroes now.

the silence made the pitter-patters of the rain decipherable as you sulked in your own bitter self-pity and sadness.