![]() Well is it really remembering if you never forgot? His voice, scratchy and painful but he couldn't stop. He just yelled until he couldn’t anymore.Ĭalming himself down from the fit he sobbed more quietly. God, bokuto, his life, the world, the universe. Nothing more than just aimless screaming. He sobbed until his throat couldn't make any more sound. He sobbed as he felt his lungs give out causing a coughing fit. ![]() “ju- just a dre-“ a sob cut him off as he snapped at the pillow pulling it into his arms. He sat up further and looked at the pillow. He opened his eyes further to inspect the object.Īkaashi blinked some more remembering where he was. He blinked softly, opening his eyes to the stinging sunlight.Įxpecting warmth he was met with nothing. “keiji” bokuto sobbed silently as akaashi dropped into nothing.Īkaashi was greeted again by the familiar feeling of warmth on his face. He felt his essence soak through the mattress leaving his body until he was under the bed.Īkaashi?!” he asked again more frantic, reaching for the body but his hands just sunk into it as if it was just a sheet. but in all honesty akaashi couldn’t care less.Īkaashi woulc have been complete if they could of just stayed like that forever.Īkaashi felt himself being pulled down into the bed. They sat in silence bokuto's tears dampening akaashis shirt. “I am yours,” akaashi said as he squeezed the other. He wrapped his arms softly around the others figure as he slowly came down. “kotaro-“ akaashi said as he sat up to meet the trembling man's torso. “it wasn’t supposed to happen like this” he continued now aggressively rubbing his eyes. “i'm sorry you can't stay.” bokuto said now wiping his own eyes.Īkaashi eyes dried up slightly as he sat up. “in another life you could have been here.” “no you're not, stop lying to me” akaashi sobbed. “im still here keiji” bokuto said softly. ![]() “i- i know.” bokuto said, sitting up higher. the word died coming out trembling, as if he was just realizing it now. Keiji was eight years too late.“you died!” akaashi spat out. Keiji had done it, saving thousands of families from future grief and pain- saving everyone but himself. In one of the documents lies the cure to Fatal Familial Insomnia. His hands clutch what used to be a blanket along with countless folders and documents. Just one more chance to prevent Koutarou from dying, one more chance to give him all his love, one more chance to make everything right. “ Please,” He prays and screams for the gods to give him one more chance. Residents reported to have seen a young man with black hair at the site. Now, it truly was an empty and ghosted graveyard. That was, until parents expressed their safety concerns and children were barred from entering the area. They described him as a being of pure remorse, and this garnered their curiosity they would keep a lookout for him in public.Ģnd October, 2023: The demolished site of what once was a hospital was pretty popular with the children. ![]() Onlookers reported to have seen a young man with black hair watching the demolition from afar- and with only a tattered cloth clutched in his hands. A cure had been found for Fatal Familial Disease- and for once, the hospital could be put to rest. ![]() He hurled the mug out of the window and it shattered into pieces.Īnd so Keiji and Koutarou’s story came to a close.Ģnd October, 2020: Was the date of demolition of the hospital. The child- instead of viewing this as a message from god, grew scared that he was being haunted. The wrapper of strawberry pocky being ripped open. A soft voice and fond chastising about how the snow was too cold. So he put the mug to his ear, and listened.Ī panicked voice of an older patient trying to escape the grip of death. But the child had read about it in storybooks, and deemed that the mug was a pretty accurate representation of a seashell. The child had never been to the beach, and probably never would. He found the mug and put it to his ear like people do with seashells. It is possible that when a child without much time left to their life finally occupied the old room, he found that mug. The mug was soon coated with dust, untouched and unused- cracks at the edges and colour wearing off. Those who had personally tended to the duo knew of their tragic fate, and perhaps out of sympathy had left the mug in place. They described him as a being of pure riveting anger and exhaustion, and this garnered their curiosity they would keep a lookout for his return.Įventually, the nurses stopped wondering when he would come back to retrieve his coffee mug. 2nd of October, 2015: Patients reported to have seen a young man with black hair leaving the hospital with only a blanket clutched in his hands. ![]()
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