"Sex is what makes us human" is stupid. Almost every species fucks. Humans are the only species that jumps motorcycles over school buses that are on fire. Some other things too probably
my mind palace is made out of drywall and it is occupied by an angry 16 year old american boy who keeps punching holes into the wall and that is why i dont remember things
sometimes i be saying im gonna go to bed and then i dont go to bed. frequently in fact. this is because i have the heart of an optimist and the soul of a liar
âI asked chatgptââ Iâm gonna stop you right there pal because I asked Penelope Garcia and she said youâre a whiny little bitch loser and weâre all laughing at you <3
synopsis: you learned his silences by heart, translated his distance into hope,
mistook endurance for devotionâuntil loving him began to feel like disappearing.
â° pairings. tsukishima kei x reader
â° genre. angst
â° word count. 615
â° a/n. sorry for highkey ghosting u all WHHAHAHAHA iâve just been real busy with life and school and stuff BUT! to celebrate my comeback, i come bearing tsukishima angst ;P enjoy!
There are some people you love like breathingâeffortless, necessary, suffocating when taken away. And there are people you love like bleedingâslow, painful, and with every drop, you wonder how much more you can lose before you finally break.
Tsukishima Kei was both.
You knew it the first time he looked at you with those distant, scorched-earth eyes. The kind of gaze that warned you to not get close or else youâll get burned.
But you stayed. You always did.
You stayed when he pushed you away with sharp words and silences colder than winter. You stayed when his hands trembled but never reached for you. You stayed when he carved spaces between you like he was more afraid of being held than being abandoned.
You stayed because you thoughtâMaybe if you loved him enough, Maybe if you stayed long enough, he would finally believe he was worth it. And maybeâjust maybeâheâd finally learn how to love you back.
But love isnât always loud. Sometimes, love is quiet in the worst way.
You had been telling him about something that upset youâa small thing, really, something that clung to you like a paper cut, a soft kind of pain that only needed a little kindness to heal.
But Tsukishima just scoffed, looking away like your hurt was too heavy for him to carry. âYouâre overreacting again. Seriously, why do you always cry over things like this?â
And there it was. The crack you had been waiting to split. You blinked, once, twiceâas if you could keep the tears from falling if you just didnât move. As if you could freeze the moment before it broke you.
Your voice came out quieter than you meant. âIf it hurts me, shouldnât it matter to you?â
Silence.
âYou said you hate seeing me cry, because you never know what to do, or what to say to calm me downâŠ.â The weight in your throat made the words feel like glass âBut youâre the one who keeps making me cry, every damn time Kei.â
There was no venom in your voice. No sharpness. No anger. Only the soft ache of someone who had been holding the worldâs worth of sadness in their chest for far too long.
Tsukishimaâs eyes flickered, as if the weight of your words finally pierced something inside him. Like he hadnât expected you to say it. Like he hadnât realized how much youâd been carrying.
âIâŠI didnât mean it like that.â he said, barely above a whisper.
And maybe that would have been enough the first time. Maybe you would have clung to that the way you used toâlike a lifeline. Like a reason to stay. But this time, the ache inside you was louder than the excuse.
You just smiledâsmall, soft, heartbreakingly tired. âI know.â
Because thatâs what hurt the most. He didnât mean to. He just did.
You rose to your feet, slow, deliberate, as if moving too quickly would shatter you entirely.
He watched you, something desperate flickering in his gaze, but his hands never reached for you. That was always the problem, wasnât it? His hands never reached for you.
âWhere are you going?â It came out sharp, almost a demandâlike he didnât know how else to ask you to stay.
You hesitated in the doorway, one last chance waiting between your ribs. âAway from this.â You didnât slam the door. You didnât even raise your voice. Because you didnât need to.
Some goodbyes are loud. Some leave echoes. But the ones that hurt the most are the quiet ones. The ones that come when youâve finally stopped crying.
Because when you stop crying, it means youâve finally learned to let them go.
yousharknotpass
kianamaiart
gracieabrams
discoholicmusic
dailybridgerton
origamiaround
