warnings: nothing, really. angsty? not proofread fic.
note: am not back, this is just a practice if i still can write lol. i hope you like this? not that good but yea! :D i title it after the song i was listening to while writing this. was supposed to write this for another fandom but it seems like it’s not that big so yea ://
Saying you made the wrong decision.
You should’ve considered others’ experiences.
But you thought things would turn out better for both of you. So who are you supposed to blame? Yourself? Him? Or whatever is there to blame?
Your head pound remembering what happened, you hardly slept last night on your shared bed. Blinking multiple times, you roll over.
Feet meeting the smooth plywood floor, you walked outside the room. Stuff from last night is still scattered everywhere, the image of you two fighting is vivid.
You could feel your heartbreak as you remember the event last night.
“I should’ve listened to my friends when they told me that I was too good for you.”
You sit down on the couch, your head is thrown back as you think about your next move. Things gradually become worse for Suna when you two live together, you thought.
Turning your head, you were faced with the picture of you two seemingly happy, carefree, and innocent on what is about to happen in the future.
“God, why can’t you understand that I am busy and I can’t make time for you!”
Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as the sun started peaking on the curtains.
“I should’ve been with anyone else rather than you.”
Wiping away the tears, you casually started to tidy up the place. Checking the fridge for a meal to make before he comes back later on.
While waiting, you gathered your belongings back in the suitcase you used to move in with Suna.
Living together as a couple, you thought it was your turn to spend more time and fall in love deeper with Suna.
But the universe has its own ideas and forbid you to have your desired future.
This is your decision and for sure, Suna will appreciate it.
You were the problem in this relationship after all. Asking for the time your boyfriend cannot give. Asking for him the things that you shouldn’t even be asking.
But are you really the problem or you are just too in love to realize?
You can already smell the food getting cooked. Stuffing your last clothing, you walked to the kitchen.
Biting your lip, you prepare the meal by placing it on top of the counter table with a note. Just in case, you won’t be able to catch him get back.
You didn’t even shower at all as you changed into more comfortable and decent clothing.
But the universe keeps toying with you as the door opens before you can even reach the knob.
The door is being blocked by Suna, he looked down at you.
Looking up at him, you answered. “Home.”
“But this is our, your apartment.”
“I said home, not apartment.”
A sight comes out of his lips, “Are we doing this again?”
“No.” you said, “That is why I am going back home.”
There is a moment of silence between the two of you. Suna seems to not register what you are trying to say.
“Please move, Suna.” you looked up, “I need to catch the train.”
“Wait, no- I mean. What?” he asked, confusedly. “Why?”
“I can’t do this anymore,” you said. “We should let go of each other.”
“What? No!” he said, panicking. “I-I didn’t mean it.”
You took the opportunity to get out the door, Suna gripped your wrist.
Worried eyes looking straight up at you as if the tears are threatening to come out. Looking back at him, you smiled.
“Thank you, I wanted to hear that for the last time.”
Freeing from his grip, you walked away, not looking back anymore.
And Suna should feel at peace now.
This time, maybe.. just maybe you finally made the right decision.
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