Erasermic Oneshots

Heartaches and Summer Breaks 🍒🌶

🍒🌶this one will be angsty, I should be typing more, but it will be slow, sorry everyone

Ever wonder why during the summer, when you're away from the people you hold close you feel worse? Like the whole world is tumbling down around you and you cant swim to the surface? That's how Hizashi felt. Him and Shota had been dating for a while now, but recently they haven't been able to talk, he looks at the texts, where Shota said I love you for the last time for seven years, then all the desperate texts he sent of 'I love you' s and missed calls, simply to satisfy him in the fact he tried, knowing there was nothing else he could do.

He scrolled through, seeing the frantic texts from Shota, now old and sour, 'my parents found out' 'I'm so sorry babe' and 'I love you' s being the most prominent other than the desperate cries for help he couldn't do anything about, he knew Shota's parents made him want to die and he couldn't save him from seven years of hell, all he wanted to do was protect Shota, what kind of boyfriend, Feiancé, couldn't do that? So there he sat, looking through, sending texts that fall of blind eyes, calls to deaf ears.

He sat alone in his room, after another day of wondering if he was okay and trying to think of a way to contact him where his hope finally slipped away slightly, he knew that he would see him in seven years, but that was so long, its Saturday night for him, and he's looking back at the texts, the last one from Shota sent on Wednesday reading 'Good bye for 7 years my love' incorrect spelling and all, and he knew Shota loved to make sure he spelled right.

He sighed dragging out his computer and sitting down to type, glancing at the ring he has, Shota's color prominently on the ring, letting the world know his heart was taken. He looked at the computer screen, getting onto an old site, remembering how they met before dragging an old story out of his archives, and starting to type. Telling about his heartache, and his worries, thinking of why he started writing in the first place. He was lonely.

The only reason Hizashi wrote in the first place, creating stories of passion and love was to show the world he was lonely, and now that the loneliness has set in once more, he figures he should start again, this time writing about what could be, what will be.

So here he was, making a desperate story hoping that his beloved would see, that his beloved would know he's missed and loved and cared for, and that he won't move on in the long time without him, while also trying to get something to do, to not go crazy. Because heartaches are the worst kind of breaking point, and he knows with the end of school fast approaching that when the last little bit of human contact goes away, he will be the worse kind of lonely, the kind where not a soul wants to speak to you and you'll be in your room, nowhere to go...

What he will know will only be heartaches and summer breaks