GRIEF 【 宮 治 ー 宮 侑】

𝚂 𝙷 𝙾 𝙲 𝙺

Izumi's heart filled with guilt.
With disgust.
Her soul was filthy for feeling so much
envy.

Her brown eyes filled with dissatisfaction
as she watched the scene before her.

Osamu's eyes looked at the woman he
loved with immense adoration.
It made her stomach churn.

She sighed, and clamped her hands
into tight fists to remind herself that this
was her fault.

She was the one, who let go of Miya Osamu.

In their last year of high school, how many times had the
gray haired male not tried to win her heart?

How many times did he not prove that
he'd run to the  moon and back just
to make her happy? And what did she do?

She...
She foolishly pushed him away.

Afraid.
Afraid of being hurt,
like she once had been by
a past lover.

Now, she saw that her reasoning was
so, very, stupid.

And when he moved on,
She realized how blinded she'd been.

What irony.

Now that he faced death,
she swallowed her love,
full of pride,
and regrets,
and God only knows what
other resentments she had harbored in
the uncharted territories of her heart.

Atsumu's hand softly planted on her shoulder,
and Izumi looked into his eyes.

His gaze was strong, but broken.
Izumi felt the air leave her lungs, and her eyebrows furrowed.

She raised her right hand, and she gently held onto Atsumu's long fingers. She let her head fall back on his torso, and she could feel how the blond's muscles tensed.

"You okay?" Atsumu whispered.

"...Atsumu-San, you're the one who's fairing worse than I am. For today, be a little selfish, okay?"
Izumi gazed into his eyes, and flashed him a small smile.

Atsumu sighed, "alright."

"Just don't start crying right now, I don't want your snot all over me." The brunette snickered.

The blond rolled his eyes,
"I'd pick my nose and rub my boogers on ya on purpose if I really wanted to. Don't test my patience today Hara-San."

What a child,
Izumi thought with a pout.

The clock continued to tick,
and the three visitors in the room drew shaggy breaths as they waited...in agony...for the moment.

It was 7:30pm.

The room fell eerily silent,
and Osamu coughed.

"Izumi-Chan..."

"Hmm?" Izumi panicked and quickly walked
over to Osamu's side.

Osamu took her hands in his,
and urged her to listen to what he had to say.

Izumi whined, "Osamu...please..."

"Look, if ya don't visit my grave on the first anniversary of my death...I'm going to haunt you." Osamu glared, and she shivered.

She furrowed her eyebrows,
"Now's not the time to joke like that!
Stop saying those things, I—"

She halted.

She looked at him.
The man she loved.
She really looked at him.
Her shoulders dropped.

He was smiling.

"I love ya Izumi."

Tears cascaded down her cheeks without permission,
and the girl grit her teeth with the feeling of hopelessness overwhelming her.

"I love you too Osamu."

But not as your best friend.

They all knew what was going to happen.

Osamu was saying his final goodbye's.

The Miya twins' parents entered the room, and found themselves stricken with fear at the expressions of the three young adults in the room.

Mrs.Miya's eyes filled with unshed tears as Osamu reached out for her hand.

"My baby."
The woman whispered into Osamu's ear with tenderness.

Izumi watched as the petite woman wrapped her arms around Osamu, and he complied with her wish to cradle him one last time. After all, she had carried him in her womb, and her arms were in no doubt the safest place he could depart from.

Atsumu couldn't help but cry like a child,
at exactly 8:00 'o clock,
the blond became one half of a whole.

Izumi felt her body freeze,
and her mind detached from reality completely.
The brunette stared at her hands,
she didn't recognize them as her own,
and she lacked tears.

She

was

In

s h o c k
.

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A/N:

OMG I DON'T WANT TO FORGET
THIS, SO,
if you turn your phone upside down,
don't read the words,
just admire the letters.
Idk why they're actually so pretty.
Or maybe that's just the weirdo in me talking lmao.
It 2:30AM and I'm editing,
so ignore my nonsense if you deem
it wise.

『Aug2dmin』