12 Recordings〔Iwaoi〕

Recording 12

recording 12
04.03.12

' i love you...hajime '

and that was it before the heart monitor gave up and let out the deadliest sound in the world

' beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep— '

the recording ended there. iwaizumi let out a scream, he ran out his house, phasing through his upset parents and dashing out the place

he was unhittable, phasing through everything and everyone. he has been dead for a while, yet still remained on earth for one person in particular

he knew he was gone, yet he was only able to do very minimal things

1. listen to oikawa's recordings
2. expect the worse
3. don't change anything
4. finally rest with your loved one

iwaizumi ran and ran, past cars, people, animals, shops, and booth stands. he ran to the hospital as fast as he could

oikawa was dead, he was no longer apart of this world. as sad as it is, he can finally join iwaizumi in the afterlife, and maybe-just maybe, would they be able to see eachother in their next life

iwaizumi finally reached the hospital and ran inside, going to the old room he was in before. room 207, the exact room he had died in before

he went up the elevator, past the halls, left, right, left, straight, right

and there he was...

oikawa was standing next to the window, the doctors and nurses trying to bring him back as his parents cry and weep over their son

he chestnut like hair was all over the place, his beautiful eyes reflecting the sun, iwaizumi had seen an angel

"iwa-chan...have you been waiting long?"

"enough to make me worry shittykawa...i'm sorry"

"no...i'm sorry iwa-chan, if we hadn't went to the cliff, you wouldn't have died..."

"but you would've died huh? that's not fair shittykawa"

"nothing is ever fair iwa-chan, but what can we do?"

iwaizumi smirked and hugged oikawa tightly, letting his tears flow freely from his face

"i'm so sorry oikawa...i'm so sorry"

"i love you, hajime"

"...i love you too, tōru"

they leaned in and locked lips, feeling themselves smile against their kiss and once they separated, oikawa grabbed the other's hand and held it tightly

"shall we go?"

"let's go"

"iwa-chan, your lips taste like strawberry lipstick"

"shup up, shittykawa!!"

the end♥︎

"twelve recordings adressed to iwaizumi hajime?"

"he's dead"