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She couldn't suppress a bitter chuckle, her gaze flickering away to hide the ache in her heart. The irony of it all weighed heavy on her soul - the girlfriend unnoticed, the longing for what once was. Despite the pain, she remained tethered to Oikawa, unable to break free from the intoxicating hold of their shared past, yearning for his presence and affection, even as it slipped further from her grasp.
- Under the withering tree, Y/n found solace in the fading echoes of happier times, the barren branches mirroring the emptiness that now consumed her heart. Her heart sank as she felt the all-too-familiar touch covering her eyes, a reminder of the warmth and closeness they once shared, now lost to the cruel passage of time.
"Guess who~" the male voice chimed, playfully covering her eyes.Y/n hesitated for a moment before softly responding, "Oikawa.""Incorrect~" he teased."Tooru," she sighed, a flicker of resignation in her voice."Correct!" he declared, removing his hands with a smile, the warmth of their shared history briefly illuminating the shadowed corners of her heart.
As Oikawa tenderly took hold of her sleeve and guided her around, his greeting of "Hi love" held a faint echo of the affection they once shared. Y/n met his gaze, searching for the spark that had once illuminated his eyes with passion and tenderness, only to find them dulled by time and distance. Despite the absence of their former intensity, she couldn't resist the pull of his touch as he clasped her hand, silently longing for the return of the love they had lost.
Maybe. Maybe if she asks to hang out with him. She could end it all? In the delicate dance of maybes, she entertained the notion of inviting him to share a moment in time, pondering if within that ephemeral embrace, lay the power to unravel their tangled hearts and bring an end to the ache that weighed heavy upon her soul.
"Tooru," Y/n whispered, her voice a fragile thread in the bustling air, receiving a distant nod from the man who seemed to be everywhere but with her. With a heavy heart, she traced his gaze, knowing all too well where it would lead – to her, yet not for her. It's just polyester.
"Would you like to hang out?" With fragile hope trembling in her voice, Y/n extended the invitation, her heart fluttering with the anticipation of rekindling their dwindling connection. But as Tooru's sigh pierced the air, the weight of disappointment settled upon her like a leaden shroud. The hollow echo of his excuse reverberated in her ears, a stark reminder of the days they once cherished, now lost to the relentless march of time."I have volleyball practice."Amidst the pain, a bitter realization dawned – their shared memories had become mere relics, forgotten in the tumult of his indifference, leaving her stranded in a sea of longing and regret.
As Tooru's familiar excuse fell upon her ears, Y/n's heart recoiled with the sting of disappointment, aching at the thought of their fading connection. The memories of their shared Mondays, once filled with love and laughter, now seemed distant and unreachable, lost amidst the shadows of forgotten promises. With a gentle push, she turned away, the absence of tears leaving her to ponder if her soul had become a barren wasteland, drained of all emotion by the relentless tide of heartache. Ignoring his faint calls, she cast a silent plea into the void, yearning for the echo of his footsteps as he chased after her, desperately clinging to the fragile hope that their love could still find its way back home.
Maybe just maybe, he'll go after her. She really hoped so.
As Y/n entertained the fleeting notion of his pursuit, a pang of disbelief washed over her. Fairy tales seemed like mere fantasies, illusions of happily-ever-afters that crumbled in the face of reality. The irony of her hope tugged at her, reminding her of the absurdity of expecting him to chase after her when she was already his. The bitter taste of irony lingered as she grappled with the harsh truth that her jesting wish was nothing more than a futile dream.
It was a plain joke, why would he chase after her. When he has her? Heather.
