honest // kagehina

twelve

"Chasing, always chasing dreams,"

Hinata takes a shaky breath, looking at the door to make sure It's locked, before pressing the razor against his pale wrist. His phone keeps vibrating, text after text from Kageyama comes through, but he doesn't even bother looking at them, he gasps at the intense pain from the razor slicing deep into his skin. The more cuts he makes, the more the blood keeps dripping from his wrists onto the clean, white tiled floor.

"Why'd you stick around, why'd you stay with me?"