“People will often forget about what you say, but they will never forget about how you made them feel.” ▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️▫️
You always tried to be the boy’s friend, even though you couldn’t see the spirit that surrounded him, he was always so mean to you, even though you were always nice to him, you had no friends, no one wanted to friends with someone useless like you, He was just like you, yet he hated you, he used you, and wouldn’t hesitate on hunting you.
He was your friend.. No, he hated you.
When you grew older, he was still your only friend..lately you had been feeling bad, but like usual he didn't care.
Those words seemed to break them, when Kakyoin avoided them in school, they finally understood. They stayed away, even when he approached them.
Freedom ?
After a while, they were absent a lot, coming to school injured, Kakyoin began to worry, wait- why would he care about you? He was happy to be free, happy to pass your locker to see that nothing was there, happy to be alone, and happy..to..to..
One day, you stopped coming to school entirely, You didn’t pick up your phone, not even answered letters. One rainy day he was tired of you ignoring him, he knocked on your door, banging.
“(Y/N) YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE, GET UP SO WE CAN GO TO SCHOOL.”
He screamed, he stopped once their mother opened the door, he was slapped and handed an envelope with an address on it. He started walking to this address.
Is this where they ?
Are they hurt ?
Are they lonely ?
Who’s protecting them !?
Why them ?!
His walk turned into a jog. All that went through his head were words of a confession he had written to them, Why was so mean to the person he loved. All those hurtful words…
HIs jog turned into a spirit, where were they? They made him fall in love, they just can’t leave…
He stopped as he walked through a cemetery, was this a short cut ? He followed directions still. Were they visiting someone ?
“(Y/n)?”
He called walking closer to his destination.
“(Y/n) !?”
He called as he got closer to a new grave, clean neat and covered in flowers, yet there was no one there. What was this, was he at the wrong place ?
He was at the right one, your new forever home, one that he put you in…He dropped everything. Letting the rain fall upon him, he began to cry as he stood in front of the tomb stone. His dear lover...his crush..the one he loved...was…
Over and over and over again he read the name on the tombstone. “(Y/N) (L/N)”
“No..NO...NO…” He screamed in anguish, he couldn't believe it, he wouldn't believe it. He opened up the note. His eyes widened in shock as his tears fell on the paper.
“I hope this made you happy. from : (y/n)”
He dropped the note and fell to his knees, he shook his head no.
“Stop playing..”
He put his hands on the freshly disturbed grass
“I’m sorry..”
He begged over and over and over again, he began to sob uncontrollably. He began to cry in anguish.
“Love me..”
He mumbled.
“(Y/N) TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE !”
He sobbed and screamed trying to dig into the freshly disturbed ground.
“ARE YOU TRAPPED I-I’LL GET YOU OUT ! JUST SAY SOMETHING.”
The boy would beg and beg for hours, the rain never stopping, just like his never ending tears, he begged you to teach him..how to love, how to be kind..but you already did. And on that day he learned.
What falling in love feels like.
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Part 3 Noriaki Kakyoin
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For some, learning how to love means learning pain, without loss there is no love. - Zipper-Mommy Aka a sad ass bitch
