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Day in Ryoma's life

         
(A/N)
This is gonna be a sort of sad and angsty chapter, dealing with suicide and depression. If you are sensitive to these topic you may not want to continue reading

          Behind the school. That's where Ryoma spent most of his time, he doesn't care for school what's the point if we'll all end up homeless or in some office job. He skipped most of the day it didn't matter to him though he was just gonna go home. He turned to look over his shoulder at a short red haired girl rushing to get back into the school she looked stressed and frightened, wonder why? "Hey get back here! Your not supposed to get away you skinny short freak" shouted a girl from the school a bit further away "she must've been running from that older girl" he turned back around and made his way home before his class even ended.

            He unlocked and opened up the door to his house, tired and unmotivated.  He threw his bag to the side and fell down on his couch. He looked up at the ceiling wondering about that girl. "She was in a few of my classes Yume-something I don't really know here name though she always seemed so upset, haven't tired to talk to her, though she seems lonely, well I am too. I don't like her though, already have a girlfriend even if I can't always get to see her, I hope I get to see her soon"... Suddenly, a noise from his phone disturbing his train of thought, it was his girlfriend.

GF: hey I don't think I will be able to make it out this weekend, I'm sorry I know this was important to you but I have a lot on my plate. I hope you will do fine without me for just a little while longer, hang in there, I love you
Ryoma: it alright I'll be fine love you too, even if i don't always show it...

        He looked down at his feet disappointed, she was one of the only things keeping him away from suicide. That and his love for tennis, he doesn't play but enjoys watching the sport. He walked upstairs to his room and pulled open a drawer on his night stand after rumaging around through old family photos, clothes and other things he grabbed the rope at the bottom of his drawer holding it in his hands for a bit frozen in place thinking dark thoughts of his life ending thinking about not having to put up with these people everyday thinking about his girlfriend and the few close family he had, mourning. A tear came to his eye at the last thought, then another. He missed them all so much especially his girlfriend who he hadn't seen in weeks due to some family problems in her life. He felt like he was losing one of his few reasons to live he dropped the rope he had in his hands and fell onto his bed, a few moments later fell asleep not bothering to change or eat anything, exhausted from his own crushing depression...