Fell For You (Kaoru x Reader)

9) Broken Boy, Broken Toy

Hello :) Comment! It keeps me motivated. As of right now, I have only a few chapters left planned until the story ends. Thanks for reading, enjoy!

Today's song is "Reboot" (Waterparks) which is basically the sad/angry version of "Dream Boy." I used that song in one of the earlier chapters.
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1 Week Later: (Kaoru's Pov)
When did my life become a living hell? Kaoru thinks to himself as he stares at his clock after just waking up. 9 in the afternoon already? For the past week, he hasn't been able to go to school, and is completely devastated over what you wrote to him.

Damn, I had that stupid dream of her giving me the letter and me finding out that she hates me again.

Every time he sleeps, which is all the time now since it is the only time he can somewhat see you, he relives that terrible experience and tries to change it, but it's no use- every single time he receives the hate letter from you with no explanation from you with where it suddenly came from. Who could've guessed a girl dumping me would make me feel so helpless? But it's y/n... ugh I can't believe all of this.

Sitting up, he looks at the cold dinner left on the nightstand, presumably by his worried twin, and gags a little. I can't eat... I can't do anything.

Glancing up at one of Hikaru's edgy posters on the wall, hoping for some sort of comfort, he reads off various band names in his mind.

Falling In Reverse, Black Veil Brides, Simple Plan, Green Day, Blink-182, Weezer. "am I really that selfish and didn't realize? Everything she told me felt real, all the times we spent felt true. Was I just lying to myself the entire time?" he asks the musicisions out loud, and to his dismay, none respond.

They're posters, of course they aren't actual people. Anyway, did she mean it? Y/n's letter sounded so passionate, but now she's missing? I don't know what to think, what to feel. I should be angry but I just can't at her... all I feel is sad and confused.How did I even get to this point in my life?

Prepping for his next chance to see you and maybe change things in his mind, Kaoru checks under his pillow and sees that the love letter you wrote to him in middle school, as well as the hate letter from last week are there. Also, there is the formal picture of both of you from the Host Club. Huh. I complained so much when we took it since it was so formal and now it's one of my most prized possessions.

The other pictures of you are still hung up next to his bed. Plenty of the house servants and people who know of his situation begged him to move on and to take them down, but he can't just erase what you both had, though it ended unexplained and so abruptly.

I really am an awful person to make her feel that way. But writing me a hate letter instead of telling me to my face? That's not right either... I want to be mad but I just can't be mad at her.

Seeing that the items are still there, he slams his head into his pillow, slightly damp from his tears, and waits for sleep to take him away from the pains of reality to the pains of his dreams.
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The Next Day At Haruhi's Apartment:
"Haruhi please help," begs Hikaru as a sleepy Haruhi  swings open the front door, holding a cup of commoner's coffee. "Hikaru, what are you doing here?" she sleepily asks, and he smiles slightly at her bed head. "You look terrible, comb your hair."

Responding by trying to slam the door shut, he throws his hand there as it closes right on it. "Ow!" In a few moments, Hikaru is seated at her kitchen table, rubbing his sore hand. "What is it?" She asks, though she already knows what it is. "Kaoru's dying."