Lying to others will show your colors. Lying to yourself will block your truth. What happens when that is revealed?
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#1 - sadromance 7/12/2020
THESE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE. Original creator belongs to Horikoshi.
🌼𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕀𝕃𝕚𝕖𝕕🌼 Word Count: 4,155 Warnings: Profanity, ANGST, death Information: If you are triggered, please take a break and do something else. Also, this is the last chapter, it took awhile but I finally got it done! I hope everyone is having a great holiday!
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As the sun shimmers through the window, I lay down, my fingers weaving through yours. My blanket covered half our body. Your breath on my neck and collarbone. I tried not to move or push you away. I told myself I didn't like it, when really it was probably my favorite thing I liked about our time together. Feeling you breathe on me. Feeling your soft hot breath on my skin made me realize that... I kind of cared. I may or may not have cared a lot. I hug you close to my body. Thinking back to the events that just took place.
Coughing. Loud coughing and choking noises. The feeling of hands rubbing my back. Blood splattered out of my mouth. I could feel how scared you were, and you almost brought someone to help me, but I stopped you. You just stand there, rubbing my bare back, kissing my shoulder. You had blood on your shoulder. After I got mad and started to reject all my feelings, I started to cough. Blood dropped out of my mouth, even petals flew on your chest. I turn away and cough. You stayed with me. You waited for me. You were patient, I started to feel my eyes water. Your thumb crosses my cheek, and you wipe my tears away. I never would have done that for you. You're too nice, Deku. I don't deserve to have you in my life.
My hand starts to twirl around your soft curls. I breathe in. Your smell was one I'd never forget. I've been around you my whole life. I can't just forget what you're like. You're so annoying, but I shouldn't have bullied you so much. Every time I look at your smiling face, I know I didn't put it there. I always brought something sad or hurtful. I'm such an asshole. I can't accept the fact that I like this moment. I keep telling myself I don't because I think it's easier to handle. As your curls twirl in my fingers, I feel you stir, and then your body goes rigid. You were awake now, not surprising. You can't keep secrets well. "Damn nerd... I know you're up, stop actin' stupid," I say. My hands never stopped running themselves through your hair.
I felt you turn around to face me, and your face was turning red, probably from embarrassment. I look into your eyes and you stare into mine. "A 'one time thing' huh..." you whispered. Your eyes close, and there was the smallest frown on your face. You lie on your back and faced towards my ceiling. All I could do was watch in shame. "You're an asshole,"
"Yeah," I agree, not finding my voice. I didn't even sound like me. A lost puppy on the verge of losing everything.
"And you're mean,"
"Yup,"
You look at me, and all I could see was pain, "You hurt me... and you continue to hurt me. I know sometimes you don't mean it, but goddamn Kacchan! I feel like I'm dying inside because you hate me so much," and I feel the lump in my throat. Not the petals or the blood, but the verge of me wanting to let out a cry. "Even though you're the one dying inside technically. I just don't understand... I mean, I kind of get it. I'm not that likable—"
