"your gone and there's nothing..... that I can do about it.,,

they are gone

midorima slams the door shut to his room, he walks across his room and slams his hands down on his desk. he looks down, tears are falling on the desk and on his hands.

his breathing is shallow and his heart is beating quickly and fast, he wants to cry and scream but his throat is closed, the silence is swallowing him, he trys to get a sound out of him but only a sharp and broken noise was heard.

he looks slowly up, in the line of his sight there are papers stacked across his desk and on the top left are sitting two little picture frames.

looking at both pictures hurts him so much that he feels sick, and anger bubbles up. so midorima throws the stuff from his desk down on the floor.

breaking one of the picture frames in the process. both of them are laying beside each other. papers are scattered across the floor.

he falls to his knees, both of his hands are gripping the front of the desk hard. his knuckles are slowly turning white. midorima trys to let out a scream again but he stops before anything can come out of his mouth.

he heared tiny little footsteps nearing his door. his six year old sister, probably wants to see if midorima is okay since he stormed abruptly away into his room.

" ni-chan are you okey?" she pressed her face against the door her voice is muffled . "can I go in please, i think you need a hug?"

midorima turns his head around, staring at the door. he sighs so that he can calm himself down but his body is still shaking and his heart is beating fast as if its pressing sharp against his ribcage. " I'm okay.... don't you worry. ,,

his sister stays quiet for a few minutes than he hears a tiny little voice answering with an soft okay and she walks away.

in midorimas field of view are the picture frames laying on the ground. his eyes are widening , the one picture frame that is broken is the one with him and his middle school teammates on it.

on the picture is a group of kids with heads of hair like the rainbow, posing towards the camera and two other kids one with black and one with grey hair. the black haired kid has the grey haired boy in a choke-hold.

three sharp shards of glass have buried themselves into the picture. there not randomly but deliberately embodied only into the grey haired boy as if the world has already crossed him out of existence. the other glass panes are scattered around in the room.

somehow the three broken pieces are pierced into his left shoulder, the chest and on his left hip.

midorima creeps slowly towards the picture frame. he sits on his legs, picks it up and pulls out the glass shards. the picture frame is broken and torn, normally he would throw it away but that picture is the last thing he has of 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

midorima lowers his head so much that he can only see the floor. he starts to cry heavily turning it into sobs pressing the picture on his forehead slightly, careful enough that no tears fall on it. he's so relieved that the picture frame of his present teammates is still okey.

midorima couldn't and wouldn't forgive himself, hah the word forgiveness, it feels wrong to put it in his mouth. its a luxury something he did not deserve, he was still breathing and he, no he can't say it. not even in his mind it hurts to much.

if that picture was also torn and broken because of his stupidity and outbreak. he wouldn't be able to keep moving forward.

he squeezed his hand hard into a tight fist, cutting his palm in the process. a little bit of blood is flowing out of his hand and dropping on the floor. it feels like he deserves this stinging pain.