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As y/n sat alone in her room, the weight of her words settling heavy upon her, she grappled with the truth of her feelings. She meant every word she said — her love for Tooru was undeniable, and the thought of him finding happiness with Heather brought a strange mix of comfort and pain.She tried to convince herself that she could handle it, that she was strong enough to endure seeing them together. After all, she had grown accustomed to their presence as a couple. But as she stared into the emptiness of her room, a hollow ache gnawed at her chest, a reminder of the void left by Tooru's absence.Despite her resolve, despite her belief that Heather could make him happier, y/n couldn't shake the feeling that a piece of her heart was missing — a piece that belonged to Tooru. And in that moment of vulnerability, she realized that letting him go might be the hardest thing she ever had to do.
Despite the broken promises and the heartbreak, y/n's feelings for Tooru lingered, a testament to the depth of her love. Despite the pain he had caused her, she couldn't help but yearn for a different outcome, a future where they could be together without the shadows of past hurts haunting them.In the quiet depths of her soul, she held onto a sliver of hope, a fragile belief that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for them. Despite the odds stacked against them, despite the scars of their past, she couldn't shake the longing for a future where their love could conquer all.And so, even as she grappled with the reality of their situation, even as she faced the harsh truths of their broken promises, y/n held onto the possibility of a different path, a future where their love could bloom anew. For in matters of the heart, hope was sometimes the only anchor in a sea of uncertainty.
Alone in the present moment, y/n confronted the stark reality of her situation. It wasn't unfamiliar territory—she had grown accustomed to the solitude, to the ache of witnessing them together, to the pang of longing for a love that seemed just out of reach.The memories flooded her mind—the days spent watching them, the tender gazes exchanged, the brightness of his smile reserved for another. As tears welled in her eyes, she couldn't help but question her own worth. "Was I just not good enough..." she whispered into her pillow, her voice muffled by the weight of her despair.In that moment of vulnerability, y/n allowed herself to acknowledge the raw pain of unrequited love, the gnawing doubt that lingered in the depths of her soul. And as she lay there, consumed by the darkness of her thoughts, she found solace in the silent embrace of her pillow, a solitary witness to her heartache.
- Oikawa's face was planted into his pillow. "Ipa-can ehy am I sop tupid." "You know I can't hear you idiot stop mumbling in your pillow." His bestfriend rolled his eyes.
As Oikawa muttered in response to his friend's reprimand, his best friend couldn't help but interject with a blunt observation."You didn't stop yourself," he stated plainly, his tone devoid of sympathy.Oikawa, caught off guard, tried to deflect the comment with a light-hearted retort, but his friend's words lingered in the air, a reminder of the choices made and the consequences faced. Just as the tension began to dissipate, Oikawa's phone rang, interrupting the moment and diverting their attention elsewhere.
Heather: wanna hang out?
Oikawa stared blankly at the text from Heather, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. "I really don't," he thought to himself, a heavy weight settling in his chest.
Oikawa :Hey I think we shouldn't talk anymore.
Seen.
As Oikawa replayed the image of y/n's gentle smile and the pain hidden in her eyes, something shifted within him. In that moment, he realized the depth of his feelings, a love rekindled amidst the sorrow of their parting. Her smile, so soft yet tinged with sadness, stirred something within him, igniting a flame of longing he couldn't ignore.It was as if they were running on a beach together, their hands intertwined in a fleeting moment of unity. But then, one stumbled and fell, while the other kept running, the distance between them widening with each stride. It was a cycle repeated, a constant struggle to bridge the gap between them, only to find themselves apart once more.In that bittersweet realization, Oikawa understood that he couldn't let her slip away again. With renewed determination, he vowed to mend what was broken and to hold onto her with all his strength, lest they be forever separated by the ebb and flow of time.
But as y/n grappled with the aftermath of their parting, she remained oblivious to the shift in Oikawa's feelings. In her mind, the light in his eyes was reserved for Heather, the girl she couldn't help but compare herself to, the girl she wished she could be.Despite her longing for a different outcome, y/n couldn't shake the belief that she was simply not enough for him, that her absence would only make room for someone else to fill the void in his heart. And so, she resigned herself to the painful truth she had constructed in her mind, unable to see beyond the shadow of her own insecurities.
