Lo peor de estar muriendo es que miras todo marchitarse a tu alrededor. Tu familia, los amigos, todas las relaciones que has tenido por insignificantes que sean dan un giro. Todo aquello que conocías, tus sueños y esperanzas se derrumban frente a tus ojos. Estas muriendo, lo sabes. Y quienes te rodean también. ...
"Akaashi, do you like someone?" She felt the shiver going down the boy's spine. "Yeah...", Akaashi replied after a moment of silence. (...) "Are you... Are you sad because you like someone too?", the boy asked warily. "Yeah..." "Did he reject you?", he inquired. "No...", [Name] replied. "But he likes someone different...
*rewriting so it doesn't look like a teenage me wrote it anymore* :)