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Alternate Universe (also known as alternate reality), is commonly abbreviated as AU and it is a descriptor used to characterize fanworks which change one or more elements of the source work’s canon. The term most often refers to fanfiction, but fanart can also depicted the characters in AUs.
Unlike regular fanfiction, which generally remains within the boundaries of the canon set out by the author, alternate universe fiction writers like to explore the possibilities of pivotal changes made to characters’ history, motivations, or environment.
"N-No. I don't fucking get it! Why are you breaking up with me?" Wakasa slams his fist on the expensive table he just bought a week ago.
He was never the one to be emotional. Always composed and cool. But you suddenly asking him to break up was something that pulled strings in his brain.
"I-I I just don't love you anymore." You barely manage to spit out.
"You're fucking lying! I know when you lie. I've known you for a very long time now!" He rages grabbing the nearest chair and slamming it to the wall creating a dent in his penthouse's expensive wall.
You didn't fear him because you trust him enough to know no matter how furious he is he'll never lay a hand on you.
"W-waka."
"Baby. Please." With a pained voice he walked towards you and knelt, wrapping his arms that have made you felt secure for the last four years.
"Y-you're going to be better off without me. I-"
"Please tell me why are you lying. You love me. I can see it in your eyes but why-" You pry his hands off and left. You didn't want to. Your heart was against it but your brain knew it was the right thing to do.
You broke his heart but to you it's better. Better to make him hate you. Resent you for breaking his heart without an explanation.
Wakasa had your belongings burned. He wanted to hate you so bad but he simply couldn't. He wanted to see you so much but- He stopped trying when he saw you happier with someone else.
Little did he know, you knew he's been watching you. You purposely invited a friend to make him loathe you even more.
Wakasa loved you so much that's why he needed to drown himself in liquor and other women just to forget you.
He thought he wouldn't find someone he could love like he loved you but after a few months he finally replaced you.
She has long healthy hair, a curvy figure, and eyes that have no eyebags underneath. She looks absolutely stunning.
You'll never beat her even if you were yourself a few months back.
The first time you saw them it hurt a little. But it was also a relief as Wakasa was once again laughing. They were talking in the cafe you two used to go eat at.
Wakasa was eating his usual and she was eating your favorite food which Wakasa might've recommended.
You smiled.
Because even after you're gone Wakasa will never be alone. You continued walking with visible tears in your eyes.
It's better this way.
You tell yourself as you let them fall to the ground. It's what you wanted for him.
3 years later.
Walking around the hospital dragging your IV with you. You saw a familiar blond-haired man carrying a child no older than two. He was with his now wife. The same woman you saw him with 3 years ago. She's pregnant and glowing. She looks so much prettier.
While you look lifeless.
You stare at them and imagined yourself in her position. You know that if you weren't diagnosed with a terminal illness you would've certainly been in her position.
You imagine you and Wakasa having children. Having a life. Enjoying beaches, campings, and- You shake your head stopping all the silly imaginations.
It will hurt you more to think of such things. Turning around you started to walk towards the rooftop wanting to get fresh air.
The sky was cloudy and the sun was hidden from sight. You sighed even the weather was not in your favor.
You closed your eyes and let the wind blow to your face. It was cold and your fragile bones were rapidly chilling.
You've always loved cold wind even though after your diagnosis you were prohibited from going to cold places to avoid the risk of infections.
But your illness has taken the man you love, your time, your joy, your life. You only have god knows how long. And you're tired of letting it dictate your life.
"Fuck you. I will enjoy this cold wind and I won't fucking care!" You yell. And your voice caught someone's attention.
Wakasa was casually strolling around after leaving his baby girl and wife in their room. Like you, he didn't like clouds so he was about to walk back inside but miraculously he heard your voice- he wasn't sure if it was you but... He needed to see for himself.
You-
You sat on the bench. Hair gone. Bones sticking out... Your body looks so tired but the eyes you use to stare at the distance have the same determination to live a happy life.
Wakasa's eyes waters as he slowly understands why you left him.
"H-Hey." You snapped your head to the familiar voice. Shock and embarrassment consumed you rapidly. You never have wanted him to see you in such a state of madness.
"I-I I"
"Do you mind?" You averted your gaze from him and you returned your eyes into the distance not answering him. He chuckled before taking a sit beside you.
Wakasa wanted to scold you for not telling him. To yell at you for being so stupid. For letting him live happily while you suffer alone. He wanted to...
He wanted to tell you that he never stopped loving you.
"W-Why... Why didn't you tell me?" No scoldings, yelling or speaking of his hurt happened. He simply questions you.
You wanted to act tough and ignore him. But, his voice was filled with pain. Filled with sorrow and regret for not trying to understand you.
He felt that he gave up. And because of that, you suffered for the last three years while he built a family to replace you.
"P-please. I deserve-"
"Leave me alone." You whisper as you quickly wipe your tears.
"I did that three years ago and look what became of us-"
"You did the right thing. You're happy now and that's all I've wanted for you to be. That's why I did what I did."
Wakasa shook his head and covered his eyes not believing that you suffered alone for his happiness.
"I don't wanna die Waka. But I will. I wanted to build a family with you. To live happily. Gosh... It broke my heart. It really fucking broke my heart but when I saw you happy with her? Happy without me? All of the pain of leaving you was worth it. My pain was worth it because you became happy. For your smile? I'll pick the same choice a million times."
Wakasa bit his lips as his tears uncontrollably fell from his eyes.
"I love you. I never stopped loving you. And I'm happy you found her." With that you stood up but not before meeting his gorgeous purple eyes one last time.
"Goodbye, Waka."
The next day even thought his wife was already in labor he decide to visit you. He could've done it after his wife gave birth but- something is telling him to visit you.
He knew it was unfair to his wife, but he needed to be with you. To see you smile when he cracks jokes. To see you laugh. And just to admire you.
He had your favorite flowers in his left hand and your favorite dessert in his right. He paid off the nurses to make them tell him your room.
He was nervous but excited to spend time with you. He knew you were having a hard time. He knew you were insecure about losing your hair because you kept talking about it shredding before you broke up with him. He knows he needed to tell you how beautiful you are.
He was ready to tell you you're still the most beautiful woman-
Your bed was no longer in the place the nurses told him you would be. A white flower was placed on the vase of the nightstand that was supposed to be yours.
His eyes scattered around the room. Everything was neatly folded aside and the room smelt of disinfectant.
"Mr. Imaushi! Your wife has just given birth! She's searching for you!" A nurse shows up out of nowhere informing Wakasa. ee
"W-where's the patient-"
"I uh... The patient died this morning sir. She caught an infection-"
Wakasa didn't let the nurse finish and left the room. Tears weren't seen anywhere. But his heart was shattered to pieces.
"Hello, pretty girl." He says to his wife faking a smile as he sniffs.
"I have your favorite." He says as he lifts your favorite dessert.
