—— A ROOM OF WHITE THAT SMELLED OF ALCOHOL AND MEDICINE
FILLED HIS SENSES AS HE WONDERED WHAT HAD HAPPENED OF WHICH HE'S FORGOTTEN
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𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏
". . . Hey, how are you feeling? You're at the hospital, stop moving. Minimise your movements, okay? Your illness is affecting you pretty badly. Just sit there and be comfortable, I just can't believe how dull you are. I'll bring a nurse in, don't try to go away, again. As always, Takao. Call me if you need anything tho."
Takao was Shinoa Takao, just a teen that didn't think of his illness as woe and went round to live normal alike to other teens, and Tobio's lover of aurorean hues; they never tho, used love and nor, apparently no one questioned of.
Inevitably it was Takao who had filled up Shinoa Kai's schedule and managed to escape him with no fail. Even so, to multiple times now his sickness had probably strolled more on him to lead to to another confinement to allow and yet he still is consistent to spend time in the sceneric outside, not in a hospital which smelt of anticeptic, spending time with Kageyama Tobio, and certainly a lot more than being low.
He and his friend, that ties himself humility and constancy, pursued whatever to make him happy, fro pleads, wishes, from needs ( to unnecessary wants ) of everything he asked for, one for the patient of the room three hundred and sixty-four, a chateau, the room had been, spoiled of his wants, no, not even. He had also written an indefinite list of reasons and his one dream to have feel a little love other than locked in for seasons, the wish of which, now in his hands yet so easy to snatch.
But, despite his knowledge of this, he knew that the progenesis of his wish may end a much more real, and not his fantasy of irrational, not much longer he had to live. And Tobio's little myth, first told by his dream and then transversed to reality in time, would lead him key to a death he must wish not to see. Estimated about five more weeks left and this happy Takao would soon fade, which led Takao to create a necessary apology as a context of hope to hold Tobio high in forgetting about he. An apology, Tobio would suspect thy, that started profound from a relationship so sensitive and silent for human truths, Takao kept secrets, which started with himself, Shinoa Takao.
Suddenly Shinoa Takao saw Tabio, standing in place of the doors of darkened oak he opened throw and presumably huffing at the image of him well, sitting, which his eyes laid on with a small guilty smile carved to his lips upon. He was staring at his own dear. He knew him immediately from his blue eyes and raven hair that hung low as he held to his thighs: hunched forward, metal blue hues that arise as his pants began its fade. He looked worried in his well cut volleyball shorts and a less clean jacket for sports. No bag, no other thing than his phone that rang.
Takao waited patiently, an amused expression at his boyfriend that came with no warnings as if his volleyball practice turned out, vacantly. His easy stance, looking around the room as he waited seconds, was not a reaction probable someone would expect from he. He smiled at him glady yet also sadly.
His boyfriend went to him, seemingly to make out few tears that formed the his eye's slim, he smiled wider and much more openly. As his arms wrapped round him automatically, his tears began spawn, with sobs that been brewn, and said. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry, it wasn't meant to happen," Takao apologised.
"Please don't go," Tobio pleaded immediately, and Takao knew why he wanted to let go.
"Don't leave me," he pleaded.
"We need a break . . . Before you end up defeated and I dead."
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❝ 𝐈𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ❞ ┅━━━┅━━━━⇙
Well this was long.
I'm trying to keep the words quite simple, as well, it may turn quite confusing ( and I don't want that, ) through out the last four chapters following this ( yes. It's a short story. )
Y'all suggest a character ya want me to make a fanfic for the x reader I'm making after this. That's all, so y'all enjoy your day with uwus.
