Oikawa Tooru sat in his one-room apartment alone. His head buried into his pillow as he was currently laying in bed, trying to avoid the little amount of light coming from the window, even though he had the curtains closed. He hadn't slept in months. His hair that he had once cared about was disheveled and messy. Volleyball was a thing of the past. Everyone had given up on him.
The only one that would be there for him couldn't.
"Iwa-Chan..."
He mumbles, not sure if it was the 10th, 100th, or 100th time. Maybe, even more, he had lost count by now. Could be a million and he wouldn't know.
He buried his head deeper into his pillow and hugged it as if he was hanging on for dear life. He wanted to cry, but no tears were left, not a single one. He had been crying for months already after all.
He placed his head on his side, looking at the mess of his room. Instant Ramen cups were everywhere, dirty dishes were in the sink and were starting to pile up on the table. Oikawa's eyes, red from crying and from not sleeping blinked once before just looking up at the ceiling, doing nothing. His arms were by his side and he felt one single tear roll down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away quickly.
This was how his days usually went. Staying in bed doing nothing. His smile was something that was never seen if anyone even was able to see him, he hasn't gone out in months as well.
7 months to be exact.
7 God damn months.
Oikawa buried his face into his pillow again, pulling the blankets over his head not really caring if it would get hard to breathe in a while, he would rather be dead or at least it felt like he was. But he took the covers off a second later, shaking those thoughts away, and grabbed the photo frame on his bedstand, holding it as if it was the most fragile thing in the world.
**does this seem sad?**
