"I'm fine" [asanoya] {Currently under editing.}

For me.

(Tread lightly.)

*Asahi's P.O.V*
   Nishinoya looked deep in thought. I couldn't blame him really, last night wasn't exactly, joyful so, I made us a quick breakfast and left my mother a note telling her were that we left. I was starting to worry even more about her condition, she seemed to be getting worse day by day...

    We walked in an awkward silence for the way there, I would occasionally glance at Noya only to find that same serious expression on his face. It wasn't like him to be this quiet... but Before I knew it, we had arrived at the at school.

    The rest of the day went on as usual on as a usual Mon day morning, we had practice, then we had the classes. It seemed like a normal Monday for all I knew.

    "Asahi Azumane?" My stomach lurched the minute A voice called, I looked up, and saw principal standing in the door way, a grim look set upon his face.

"Here." I say then get up, anxiety bubbling up inside me as I walk towards him. He pulled me aside and closed the class door. His grim expression made me uneasy.

"Azumane, I'm sorry to say this, but your mother has been put in the hospital, apparently your neighbors found her collapsed on the ground at your home."

No...

Yes.

No!

Yes.

I ran. It was all I felt that I could do. I ran, I wanted to escape, from everything, my feelings my fear, my sadness...

It's your fault you know.

No it isn't...

Yes it is, think about it Asahi. She was working so hard, all for you. She pushed herself into sickness for you.

For...me..

I ran into the bustling hospital. I ran there without thinking...I guess.

I frantically asked for my mother's room number, and the nurse gave it to me after I quickly answered questions about myself. And I run down the hallway.

2107.

2107

2107...

I open the door. And she's lying there. Motionless. Eyes closed, face pale.

I'm relieved, and I'm also in pain. It hurts to see her like this. I wonder, is it actually my fault? The voices were right, she worked so hard for me. All those hours, for me. I'm a terrible son, I'm a terrible human, I shouldn't exists. Right?

I mean, what kind of son drives his mother into the hospital? What kind of son has voices in his head? What kind of son am I? It was all for me.

..For me...

For.

Me.

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Hiiiii it's autor Chan, actually, you can call me Kayuni. RThis chapter is a bit shorter and the writing style is kinda different...but I still hope you enjoyed! This fic is also soon coming to a close...
-Kayuni