Would it be too much to ask to wear sandals when you walk on broken glass?
Maybe sneakers when you walk on a broken sunshine?
How about gloves when you mangle a broken heart?
Yes, it was too much for him to ask. His pride was in the way, he didn't like owing people. Words unsaid were suffocating him, strangling him, unwilling to let him choke out the words he needed to save his relationship. He sighed, as he laid his head on a desk, trying to stay awake long enough to monitor detention.
"All you had to do was tell the truth from the beginning!" Tsuna yelled. Although he knew the prideful male wouldn't listen to him, or anyone else for that matter,"The only thing you can do now is say sorry."
Ah yes sorry.
He remembered the word as if it was a painful stake lodged in his brain. If only he could bring himself to remember how to use it. What did he have to be sorry for? Technically, he had never lied to you. Just because he didn't bring it up in the first place doesn't mean he was dishonest.
"Why didn't you tell me Kyoya? What would I have done if you had just died on me? Do you know how that would have felt?" you screeched, angry at his nonchalantness. He sighed an waved you off, telling you that you were worried too much about it.
He remembered all of it. Honestly, how could he forget the fight that had lead to your break up. He sighed, softly stroking the little bird that had landed on his finger. A sneer found its way on his face as he replayed the argument. He was bitter, but that didn't stop the aching or the pain. Saccharine smiles don't heal wounds.
"If you're going to act like you don't even care...then fine...you know what I can't deal with this anymore. We're done."
He remembered how he never got to take you on the first date, or how he never even held your hand in public because 'PDA was forbidden at Namimori.' He remembered how you'd lie on his bed and talk about your day and how he never returned your declarations of love...ever. The sneer that was on his face soon turned into a sullen frown.
He should have been so much better to you, but it was too late now. There were no second chances at life, no way to get someone back, but it didn't hurt to try.
Would it be too much to ask to wear sandals when you walked on broken glass?
This was his road to redemption.
Maybe sneakers when you walk on a broken sunshine?
He had made up his resolve.
How about gloves when you mangle a broken heart?
He was going to start over again.
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Starting over
Fanfiction"Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go." -Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down [Hibari Kyoya X reader] [Angst] [Cover by the wonderful Xbunnu] [Part of...
