Shards of Your Reflection - Tsukishima x Reader (Angst)

13. Happy

"TSUKISHIMA!"

Body collapsing, you gasped, scraping your knees onto the cement, a slight burn igniting. It was a blonde-haired girl with starry hazel eyes that rolled his precious name off her tongue. She was so pretty, her defined futures, delicate.

You glanced up to see her, reaching to Tsukishima before you could ever tell him.

"Yeah?" he turned to the girl, who held out a set of headphones to him.

"You f-forgot these."

"Oh, thanks."

He smiled, the same one that he gave to you when he wasn't smirking or frowning, the same smile that sparked the rush of fluffy flutters throughout your body, the same one that was supposed to be yours. You bit your lip to distract yourself from the alienated sensation, not realizing the crimson that beaded on the corner of your mouth.

Tsukishima turned to leave, but the girl suddenly caught his wrist, her milk chocolate eyes pleading for him stay.

"W-wait! I need to tell you something!"

"What?" he raised an eyebrow, placing his headphones into his duffel bag.

She fiddled with her fingers nervously before gulping.

"I... I really like you, Tsukishima-kun! I wanted to tell you a few months ago, but I was always too afraid to, so please accept my confession, or at the very least, know that I have real feelings for you."

"..."

He remained quiet, neither speaking a word.

The silence was deafening, but, still, you could see his subtle blush tinging the sides of face, lips moving to form the words you didn't - couldn't - want to hear: you already knew his reply.

She was perfect for him, really: the role model student with the perfect grades, her independent and studious nature, her flawless features and body. Unlike you, she had everything, and you were nothing.

<s> - You didn't mind. - </s>

"Yachi, I like you too..."

He took his hand and placed it onto her cheek, but you, incapable, weren't watching anymore.

Oh... It's fine. That's okay

"He's happy. Without me, of course. That's g-good. Then... I'm happy too," your voice cracked.

They were all lies.

Tears fell down your face, but no one seemed to noticed, no different from before.

I don't understand... Why am I feeling this way? I'm happy.

No, the pain was cancerous, splitting and tearing your heart apart.

"Everything hurts so much. Stop it. Make it stop. Someone make it stop."

You couldn't breathe anymore, a sharp pain breaching your chest. The thorns cut through the paper of your reality inscribed with imagination's ink muddled in a dark blotch, meaningless. You had nothing: nothing to erase, nothing to have. The one lifeline that kept you afloat for so long had finally abandoned you to drown alone. And yet what remains were the shards of your reflection.

Bonus:

Words faded.

"... as a friend."

A/N: Do you like the title of this chapter? :3 Also, can someone help me with how to create a strikethrough? I don't understand what I'm doing wrong ^^'