room 317//kuroken

27

march 27th our 23rd and last month together. it was full of arguments, late nights and tears. you had been acting different for a while and it made me feel sad. you hadn't held my hand in six months now and hadn't kissed me in two months now. i had just finished playing a game of scrabble with my family when i had the urge to call you. i dialed your number and soon i saw your face light up my phone. we sat in silence staring at one another, too scared to say anything because we didn't want to break the already too thin ice we were standing upon. i was the first one to speak.
"are you okay"

the first crack in the ice had been made

"yes i'm fine"

i didn't believe you so i kept on,

"you don't seem fine kuroo"

crack

"i'm just tired kenma"

my heart fell a little as i replied

"let's sleep then"

i thought i hadn't done too much damage but then you spoke up,

"not that kind of tired kenma"

my heart started pounding, already knowing where this was going,

"what are you tired of?"

crack

"how far do you see us going?"

i stared blankly at the person on the other end of the screen

"i don't know, maybe until the end of college"

you let out a laugh, it was harsh and bitter

"i can't do this anymore"

crack

"what do you mean"

my heart was in my throat, you looked at me through the screen and replied

"you're not worth it anymore kenma"

crack
only this time it was not the ice but my heart. your words were met with my silence. i could feel tears welling up in my eyes but you kept on going,

"you're not worth the time, the effort, the sleepless nights, the countless arguments, or the frustration anymore"

you sat there with no tears in your eyes, they had no emotion. i sat there with tears running down my face and you told me to stop crying but how could i when the one person i was so infatuated with told me everything he said he would never tell me.
i look back and wonder if i had never called you that night if we would still be together.