🎵 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: flowers need rain - PRESTON PABLO 🎵
white sheets encapsulated a body worn down by grief. tired eyes stare at an illuminated screen shrouded in darkness, a hint of warmth arises. cold air fills the room, pressing against tears that stream down.
a long, brought out dial tone rings, filling up the room. displayed on the screen is the name of his lifelong best friend.
CALLING SUGURU... blue orbs stared intensely at the brightly lit screen — the same ones that once danced throughout the night sky, illuminating every corner of darkness suddenly brimmed with despair and mourning.
After a brief moment, THIS NUMBER DOES NOT EXIST was displayed in front of him. he knew this would happen. that this would be the end result; and yet, with shaky hands, he typed in suguru's number again, desperately hoping for someone to pick up. anyone. all he wanted was to hear that voice again.
his body began to tremble, his breath hitched, hot tears streamed down his face as he squeezed his eyelids shut hoping the tears would stop. however, his choppy breathing and watery eyes would remain for some time.
♡ inspired by: @chlowpoke on tiktok