i'll love you always - k. kozume

confused

"Y/n..." her mother was standing next to the couch, looking down at y/n. She looked beat up, with tears falling down her face. Y/n sighed and pulled an earbud out of her ear.

"We're- getting a divorce."

"Huh?" 

There's no way. 

What?

As if life couldn't get any worse...

"You're staying with me, but your father will take the house and everything in it." 

"What? Why?" 

"I don't want to lose you, y/n. I will get a job and life will be better." 

"B-but-"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I never wanted it to end this way." 

Her mind was twisted. Y/n looked down at her pale hands. They were frozen in place. She couldn't think. She couldn't smile. She couldn't cry. She was just. Confused.

At that moment, somewhere in the world, y/n knew Kenma was happy. She knew that these little things in life would slowly degrade her mental health. And she knew that Kenma would be the one to deal with it. 

The thought made shivers run up her spine. She didn't want to make Kenma deal with her panic attacks. He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve her. 

She was just a useless human who lives in this large world with parents who you can't even call family. No friends, no family. Just her thoughts. 

As her mother walked out of the room, her hands started shaking uncontrollably. She shivered up and down as her entire body went on autopilot. 

"You're ok-ay," she studdered, her shivering becoming worse and worse. Her head was shaking, and her stomach was jumping up and down. And this time, it wasn't Kenma's pain. It was hers.

She tried to stop herself. She knew that Kenma would feel it. She didn't want to cause him this much pain. But she couldn't control herself. 

*Kenma's pov but third person idk*

Kenma was sitting straight up in his bed, his back leaning against the wall. He held his DS in his hands, and his fingers paced up and down the console. His mind was filled with thoughts while he played, but none of them seemed to concern y/n.

Just as he passed another level of his game, he felt a needle pierce through his stomach. He wrapped his arms around his lower abdomen, pushing his stomach inwards, trying to cover up the pain. 

Soon enough, he started to feel nauseous. His head spun like crazy and his arms were shaking just like y/n's. 

"AHHH!" he shouted, louder than his vocal cords had ever reached. The room around him was twisted and blurry. He couldn't feel his arms, and his head hurt like never before. 

"Y/n..." he calmly said, jabbing his arm deeper into his stomach. At this point, both of them were in more pain than ever. It was an ongoing loop of pain, since as y/n's emotions became stronger, Kenma's grew as well, filtering back to hers. 

He grabbed his phone from the other side of his bed and walked back over to his bed. He was out of breath, and his fist had been crammed deep into the side of his stomach. 

Message from Kenma:
Y/n, what happened? Are you hurt?

He typed slowly, his fingers shaking across the screen. As soon as he pressed send, he regretted it. It wasn't as caring as he hoped to be, but he knew he had to contact her somehow. 

Kenma held a tight grip on his phone as he stared at the message. His stomach pain started to go away, and scenarios started to fill his head. Why did the pain just stop? What happened? Why isn't she answering?

1 new message from y/n:
Yeah, thank you for worrying.

Kenma sighed and relaxed his body. He knew she wasn't okay, but at least she was alive.