-this chapter contains, self harm, and suicide mentions. If sensitive to the topic please do not read. I love you, you are loved. Thank you<3-
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For the remainder of the day, Y/n retreated into the familiar cocoon of numbness, emotions dulled to a distant murmur. Thoughts swirled in her mind, a tempest of unanswered questions and unspoken pain. Did Iwaizumi sense her distress? Did anyone see the cracks in her facade, or were they merely blind to her silent suffering? And as for him, could he possibly be oblivious to the turmoil he caused, or did he simply choose to look away? As she lay in her room, gazing at her pillow, the fabric seemed to hold the weight of her unspoken sorrows, a silent witness to the depths of her despair.
As Y/n's fingers traced the familiar contours of her pillow, memories flooded her mind - the screams stifled, the tears absorbed, the blood wiped away. She glanced at her sleeve, bearing the invisible scars of his touch. If only he could see beyond the fabric, if only he could glimpse the hidden pain etched beneath. Would it shatter his illusions, make him reconsider the cost of his betrayal? Or would her suffering remain unseen, her questions forever unanswered, lost in the void of his indifference?
With trembling hands, Y/n lifted her sleeve, revealing the scars that bore witness to her silent struggles. They were more than just marks; they were the map of her pain, etched into her skin like battle scars. Yet, as she contemplated the reactions of her family, uncertainty gnawed at her. Would they see beyond the surface, recognize the depths of her suffering, and offer solace? Or would her wounds remain invisible, buried beneath the facade of normalcy, dismissed and ignored like whispers in the wind?
As Y/n wrestled with her inner turmoil, her words hung heavy in the air, a desperate plea for understanding in the face of unrelenting pain. She gazed out the window, grappling with the bitter irony of her situation, memories of their shared moments flooding her mind like shards of broken glass. Despite the agony, fragments of affection and tenderness pierced through the darkness - the sweetness of their dates, the excitement of his volleyball games, the playful promises whispered in moments of intimacy. And yet, amidst the wreckage of their fractured love, she couldn't help but wonder: was he the reason she clung to this world, even as it threatened to crumble beneath her feet?
"I love you, can't you see that?" "Are you truly happy with her?" "Should I let you go? Even if it hurts me."
As Y/n's mind swirled with a whirlwind of questions and confessions, each one a painful reminder of her shattered heart, she found herself grappling with the unbearable weight of uncertainty. "Does this really have to be the end?" she wondered, her love for him burning brightly amidst the darkness of their crumbling relationship. "When did I go wrong?" she agonized, searching for answers amidst the wreckage of their once-promising love. And yet, amidst the turmoil, one haunting thought lingered like a bittersweet refrain:
