𝖨'𝖬 𝖲𝖮𝖱𝖱𝖸 | 𝗋. 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗄𝖺

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DEAR,

RYUNOSUKE TANAKA

i cant feel my body anymore.

i cant feel anything anymore.

i woke up in a bed full of blood, with bloody flowers surrounding everywhere, it's getting worse. my sheets are filthy, full of blood.

with the sun peeking through the small windows blinds, shining specifically on the blood like it's trying to remind me of my sufferings.

i hope you're doing good tanaka, i hope you're doing good with her, cause god knows you need it. you should ask her out.

you only live once.

I'm going to miss you, you know, when I'm gone.

for some reason, i cant keep you out of my mind, it's like my mind is trying to quicken this whole thing up, they really must hate me.

everyday, i only lay in bed. suffering, slowly, nothing i could really do to avoid this.

i love you too much for that.

i miss you, i miss our long calls, and when you use to tease me all the time, and those pranks you would pull on everyone.

oh boy did our teacher hate you.

but you know, that's what makes you special, in your own little way. it's tough finding people as special as you.

so always, keep smiling.

the one and only,

y/n