I can't take this, I'm leaving. I got up and began to leave. "Why are you leaving Akabane-san?," she asked running after me. "Come back inside it's raining," she exclaimed trying to pull me back inside.
"You asked me to come here just to break my heart?," I muttered as I pulled myself away. "Break your heart?," she mumbled.
Even with her makeup messed up by the rain she's still so tantalizing. I turned away from her and started to leave once more. This time she didn't come after me, she stood there.
"Karma!," she shouted as she ran toward me. I turned around to see a truck coming straight toward me. Well this is end and I accept that. I hope Y/N has a happy life with her husband.
Suddenly, I felt a strong push and I was on the next side of the street bleeding heavily. I looked in the road and saw Y/N's body laying there bruised and heavily bleeding.
"Y/N!," I shouted as everything went black. "Karma! You're finally awake," Nagisa said standing beside me with tears running down his eyes.
"Kayano get the doctors!," he exclaimed. "Where's Y/N?," I asked frantically getting up . "Karma calm down," Nagisa said trying to get me to stay still.
In another room, I heard a man crying. "Y/N!," he exclaimed breaking down even more. I pushed Nagisa off of me and went to the room.
"Sir please go back to bed," a nurse said trying to get me back in my room. I shoved her off of me and went to Y/N's side.
"Hi Karma," she weakly said. "Hi Y/N," I replied with tears threatening to escape my eyes. "I love you," she faintly whispered as she closed her eyes.
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"I love you too."
Uninspired Artist AU! y/r= your race
Karma's POV
"Ugh. I should've just went to college and study medicine like my parents wanted." I was currently working on my latest masterpiece, but the world has been looking dim lately.
As if all the color had faded away. This is so annoying! I groaned in frustration as threw my drawing pad.
"Ouch," I heard a female's voice cry. "Sorry about that," I said not looking her in the eye. "It's ok," she stated warmly as she handed me back my drawing pad.
