i'll love you always - k. kozume

maybe

That night, y/n laid in her bed, Kenma's words drilled into her mind. Every day, she fell deeper in love with him, and at this point, there was no turning back.

She admired everything about him. His pudding-like hair, his sunlit eyes, his pale skin, and most importantly, his little hints at affection. He was everything she could ever dream of. But, there wasn't a chance that he had ever thought of her like this. She felt like she meant almost nothing to the pudding-haired boy. They were just soulmates by chance. Nothing more. 

Y/n's fingers slowly moved up her chest, finding their way to her necklace. She hadn't taken it off once. Not even in the shower. And she never planned on taking it off in the future. 

She slid her fingers around the locket, rubbing over its detailed edges. Her pointer finger traced over the keyhole, the same thought popping into her head. 

"Maybe," Kenma's words circled her head. Maybe there was something inside the locket. Maybe she meant something to him. Maybe. 

*time skip*

The next morning, y/n woke up in her boring room, disappointed at the world once again. Her life was becoming a bit too repetitive, but she had to continue her daily routine. 

Her feet slid off of the bed and planted themselves into the soft carpet. The fabric felt warm under her cold toes. 

She focused all of her weight between her feet as she stood up. Her arms stretched out to the side. Y/n yawned and walked over to her desk. 

A calendar was nailed to the wall, with pictures of sunflowers framing it. It was a Saturday. One day before Sunday. 

She turned away from her desk and slowly walked over to her closet. She grabbed a grey turtleneck shirt and a pair of dark blue sweatpants from the closet. 

Y/n's arms stretched upwards, pulling her t-shirt off. She replaced it with the warm turtleneck, and her pants followed. She yawned once again and walked into the bathroom to brush her hair. 

In the mirror, she saw a reflection of a young girl with no motivation to succeed. She was a tiny piece of this giant world. Kenma was the only person who understood her. He was the only thing that she looked forward to. A stranger. A soulmate. 

As she ran the hairbrush through her long locks, she stared into her dark eyes in the mirror. They were emotionless and almost empty. But to Kenma, they held millions of stories. 

Y/n walked down the wooden staircase, disappointed in her life. She had realized that Kenma would be the only person to notice if she was gone. It would be easier for her mother if she had left. And as for her father, well, you know the rest. 

During breakfast, y/n watched her mother who was sitting in deep thought at the kitchen table. She held a pencil in her left hand and an eraser in her right. A stack of printer paper was piled in front of her. 

Just as y/n finished looking around the room, her father walked through the front door. She hadn't seen him in a few days, and sadly, she didn't really notice that he was gone. 

He didn't affect her much, but she knew that he was stronger than both her and her mother. He was the only one in the family who worked a full-time job. And god knows if he even works anymore. 

Y/n's mother was in and out of part-time jobs constantly, and y/n had summer jobs when school was out. She tried to help out her family as much as possible, but she still questioned if she could even call it a family. 

Her father walked into the kitchen as her mother quickly moved the paper beneath the table. He barely noticed, but y/n memorized her every move. 

"Where were you?" her mom asked her dad, in an overly confident tone. Y/n gasped. This was not going to end well and everyone knew it.

"I was at work," her father replied. He seemed pissed, and for good reason. 

"Last night?" her mother continued to step up. Y/n could hear the fear in her voice, but she was proud of her for trying. 

"Yes," her father hesitated. There was nothing either her mother or y/n could do now. He stomped into the dining room where y/n sat and slammed his suitcase against the table. 

"Yes. I was at work. Because none of you are even capable of getting a job!" Her father shouted from the dining room. The house fell silent. Y/n felt a slight feeling of pity for him, but she still had a feeling of hatred building up inside of her. 

The silence around the house lasted about 15 minutes. Y/n sat in the dining room, her mother in the kitchen, and her father was unpacking around the house. 

It wasn't a family. It was simply a house full of strangers. Everyone knows everyone else's secrets. They could harm each other in just a few words. But stay together, just because society said so. 

The day went by painfully slow. Y/n listened to her parents fight in the kitchen for hours on end. She spent the whole day listening to music in the living room. She plugged in her earbuds and turned up the volume until nothing around her was audible.

She couldn't wait for Sunday. Not only because she would get to see Kenma. But because she could leave this place.