"lets runaway then."
"but suna..."
𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘,
where suna & akemi run away,
and start a new life,
at a new place,
with new friends.
𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝: __𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐨𝐦𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭�...
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0:00 ⊙────────── 4:33
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺
─ we're so damn in love but in so much pain ─
─ she understands me. i wish the people that raised me did though, it's the reason i am the way i am. ─
─ we're just seventeen and we're being abused everyday ─
❛ │07:15 a.m.❜
the phone rang.
the sounds of buzzing filled the room
and the sounds of two parents, drunk, yelling.
the light hitting straight through the window, landing on sunas face. his bright, yellow pupils shining as he opened his tired fox eyes. his white part of the eye, pinker than ever. he had been smoking, or at least last night,
a cigarette on his ashtray, the one he always shared with akemi, when his parents weren't over.
so much went on when his parents weren't over, i mean good things, not bad things.
he was able to read, smoke, sometimes even kiss akemi... but obviously, his parents didn't accept that behavior at his house at least.
he was tired of it. getting abused every day, smacked, punched, and he couldn't do anything about it. he didn't know what happened to akemi, he wanted to know her more, he knew she was abused, every day.
she came with bruises to school, but it wasn't love bruises, because those were usually theirs, and he knew what was happening.
they are friends with benefits, not really, they really liked each other but just didn't have labels. they used each other when they were high, they didn't have control, but they never realized what happened, one always ended up going home or if they fell asleep together, it probably would be at a friends house, but then they'd come to abusive drunk parents, hitting them, smacking them.
there was something akemi had been hiding from suna, and she didn't want to tell him. she didn't know how she was too scared. too afraid of what he might do, or worse, what he'd do if he was high, like always.
...
❝tch.. what fucking time is it...❞ suna scoffed, turning off his alarm. he was too high to realize what was going on.
❝it's fucking 7:15 am you prick. what the fuck are you doing with a cigar?❞ his mother walked into his room, walking to his nightstand picking the cigar from his ashtray.
