𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 ╱ ╱ 𝗮𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Ch.3.2,,

(A/N) : sweet jeezums I'm finally making another part, I am so sorry for not updating sooner but I've been feeling kinda bummed out. I didn't wanna bum you guys out, so after seeing one comment that said they enjoyed this, I do not want to bum you guys out hshshsh (that's a lot of bums). I'll be making some few changes in my way of writing because I just realized that in Y/N's perspective I should've been using I instead of You (yeah, i'm dumbdumb i get it)

It had been a few days after (Y/N) decided to ignore Asahi in retort to his avoidance of her. It wasn't like she felt good about this, hell no. (Y/N) felt hurt everytime she saw Asahi, there were even instances that she'd caught him looking at her, only for him to turn away again and pretend nothing happened. It shook you to your core seeing him like that, like he wanted to talk but he wasn't making the effort to.

It was at one morning that (Y/N) had taken a stroll around the school, visiting places she and Asahi would spend their time talking about nonsensical stuff. She sat down on a bench, this bench was special to her, she and Asahi had spent their time here a lot, if he wasn't in practice or with his friends.

She placed her palm on top of the bench, rubbing it slightly, reminding herself of the good times. It wasn't until she noticed liquid landing on her palms. Clear liquid. Tears. She was crying again. She didn't want ro deny that she missed him anymore. She truly did, so much at that.

❛ Asahi-san... ❜ She mumbled under her breath as her breathing became unsteady, as she was crying.

❛ Yeah? ❜ a familiar voice replied.

ASAHI'S POV

I've missed (Y/N) so much in these past few weeks. I've been seeing her around a lot, but she wasn't exactly the same (Y/N) that I knew. She stopped messaging me. She stopped waiting for me after school. She stopped trying to talk to me. And even worse, she left everytime I was 7 feet close to her. Like she couldn't stand to look at me. And I understand why. It was my fault afterall, ignoring her, making her feel like she was being a bother. I was aware of that, but, I didn't do anything.

I went to the place where she and I would usually come to talk about what was happening in our lives. It had only been the two of us, but it always felt like such an exciting time for me. Being there with her, talking. And she would look at me and smile. This time I went to that bench, I saw her again. But, she wasn't happy. She called out my name, and when I answered, she turned to me and I could see the tears flowing from her eyes. My heart dropped, seeing her in this state. I came closer slowly and she just observed me, still crying. I had the feeling she was scared. Of what my next move was. I don't blame her, this week I've been nothing but a jerk.

I sat down slowly beside her, gaze downcast as I tried to compose myself, being careful not to burst into tears myself. My voice shook. And my heart wavered as I turned to her, eyes teary just from the mere thought of her crying because of ME.

❛ I-... ❜ I stopped, hesitating for a second before continuing, ❛ I'm.. so sorry, (Y/N). ❜

I bit my lip, trying to prevent my tears from flowing, but alas, it was to no avail.

CHAPTER 3.2 END
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