Spring Writes Stuff

14. Perhaps Hereafter

Credits to shishiyos for the title used! Hope you enjoy this one kids!

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"Kubo, talk to me."

He can't even bring himself to stop and look at her face again, not after he kept trying to convince himself that keeping all of this from her will make everything better.

So he still ignored her. Ignored the fact that she's still left in the dark. Ignored the fact that she doesn't know why he's doing this to her. Ignored the fact that this might be the last time they'll be talking to each other after a very long time.

Agatha's sudden hard grip on his arm stopped him from making another move, but he still refused to look at her. 

"Talk to me, please," her soft voice said quietly, sending a direct jolt to his heart, making him shiver just hearing those words. 

For all she knows, his mind is spinning badly inside his head right now. He's feeling numb, and he can't even move, not because of her hand that prevented him to do so. It's because he doesn't know what to do anymore.

Her hand had instead landed on his shoulder, and his mind took over his body as he slowly turned his head towards her, giving her the most neutral face he can muster. Her thick brows had knitted tightly in concern, giving his shoulder a light squeeze as she moved her head slightly to the side.

"Hey," Agatha whispered, as he looked down at the floor, still resisting the urge to look into her eyes. "Why are you ignoring me?" She asked him carefully, as her hand traveled down to his arm once again.

He looked at her once again, reaching for her hand, before carefully removing it off his arm.

Kubo didn't even hear her irritated huff as he quickly made his way to his room upstairs, faintly hearing her ranting from behind him.

As soon as she entered his room, she saw a huge luggage beside his bed, with almost all of the things in his room were fixed as if he was...

Leaving. He's leaving. And he didn't even tell her.

"So, you're just going to leave?" She spat angrily, and to her surprise he stomped his foot hard against the floor, making her flinch at the sudden move.

"Can you just shut up for a minute!?" He shouted at her loudly, running his hands through his hair with a loud groan, a gesture she knows very well when he's angry.

"Why the fuck would I shut up!? I've been asking you to explain yourself to me, but you just ignored me the entire time!" Agatha argued, not even noticing how he approached her with a terrifying glare on his face.

"Shut the fuck up because you don't fucking know anything," he retorted with a low and threatening voice. 

She had never seen Kubo say some stupid bullshit until now. "Well how will I know what the fuck is wrong with you, if you don't tell me anything?"

"BECAUSE IF I TELL YOU EVERYTHING, IT WILL ALL FALL APART!" He shouted at her face as loud as he could, before seeing a tear run down her cheek. 

Kubo closed his eye and took a step away from her, before sitting down on his bed with his hands on his face with a tired groan. Great. Everything is already ruined. And he haven't even left yet.

Agatha continued to stare at him with a blank expression on her face, contemplating on whether or not to leave him be, or to sit beside him. Knowing herself, she'd choose the latter instead.

No one would dare sit beside him when he's pissed off. Well, all except for her.

His tired sigh made her frown a bit. "Aren't you going to leave?" He scoffed.