writingdeviation:

This was written for my friend Pine (who doesn’t have a tumblr boo) who’s been having a rotten few days. 

TW for Depression and intrusive thoughts. 

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Shouta knows it’s not going to be a good day from the moment he wakes up. His body is heavy, but not in the way of a good night’s sleep: in the way of the world pressing down on you and reminding you of all the things you both did and failed to do. A chasm has opened within his chest, and Shouta is sure that, this time, it’ll never be filled.

How many more days like this? He’d thought, hoped, with Toshinori in his life, that these days would be in the past. But that was a childish dream. Shouta keeps his eyes shut as he curls further into the bed, trying to draw in warmth; it’s difficult when he feels so cold.

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