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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴.
She looked up from her phone as she heard her bedroom door open, "hey," Kenma muttered softly as he made his way towards her. He had just finished practice and instead of going home first, he decided to stop by his girlfriend's place.
She didn't answer him, instead, she just opened her arms and invited the boy in for a hug.
"How was practice?" she questioned as she broke the hug, patting the spot next to her on the bed, telling him silently to take a seat.
He refused her offer not wanting to dirty her sheets with his outside clothes and instead sat on the floor. "It was okay," he nodded in contentment, "what about you? are you okay?"
For some reason, she didn't answer, and the air got really really tense. She wasn't really talking after that or looking at him. It made the boy anxious. He couldn't remember doing anything to anger the girl so he couldn't really pinpoint what exactly was wrong on his part.
They had been dating for almost eight months now but were friends for way longer. He could read her like a book, and it was obvious that she was holding back on telling him something. He sensed it when they were texting throughout the day and really came over to confirm his theory.
He wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't.
His stomach churned at the thought of her going to bed angry or frustrated at him. He wasn't leaving her house until he found out either. He wanted to get to the bottom of this.
"You don't have to tell me the details if you don't want to," he softly said as he grabbed her hand," just tell me if you're okay or not. Please." he attempted to plead with the girl. But it was useless.
Her face was emotionless as she stared at the wall. He was now letting his thoughts get the best of him. Letting all the worst-case scenarios play throughout his mind.
He knew that they were strong enough to overcome any bad situation thrown at them, but he couldn't help but think that she didn't. Maybe she didn't. Maybe she wanted to give up now. He saw how the college applications and choices were stressing her out.
What she dreamed of and longed for wasn't in Japan.
It was in America. She wanted to go to America.
But he didn't care. As long as he had her it didn't matter where she went, he'd still love her the same way. But it wasn't the same for her.
He couldn't help but think that it was the end of them.
She didn't like the thought of long-distance and he was going to a college in Japan.
He really hoped that this was just a scenario. He hoped that the empty boxes that were in the corner of her room didn't mean anything. Or that her lack of presence at school was just because she was sick.
All the signs were in front of him, but he refused to acknowledge them.
They could work through this. They could get through this.
But after a while of waiting for her response, he lost all hope.
She didn't want to work it out.
They couldn't get through this.
"Say it," he spoke, "just say it," he wished for her to confirm it, to prove his assumption wrong. This was one of those big hurdles. The one situation that makes or breaks a relationship.
The test. To see how much faith one has in their significant other- in their relationship.
"It's over Kenma," she croaked. It was for the best. That's all she thought as he looked at her. She didn't need anything tying her down while she was at college. She didn't need a distraction.
"You didn't even try," he chuckled dryly, "We could've gotten through this. You could've told me," he murmured. And he was right, they could've gotten through this.
He was absolutely correct and that made her cry. He tried to fix it but that just made her sadness dissolve into anger. She didn't want to be mad and him, she just wanted him to leave her alone.
To make her leaving him easy. To make it seem like it was the right choice.
He tried mending it. He didn't cry because he knew that he could fix it. They could've been fixed.
She didn't mean to say what she said, but she had already said it. She didn't hate him, she just had to make it easier on herself.
She swore that she was right, that it was okay. But when the room lacked his presence and his scent was gone, she had realized.
It was the end for her and Kenma.
He still didn't cry. He hadn't accepted that he had lost her. Even when she told him she hated him, he knew she was lying.
