I heard you’re doing songfics! Could I have one based on TOKiMONSTA’s song Don’t Call me [feat Yuna] with Aomine’s ex(reader) telling him she doesn’t want to speak with him anymore after he cheated on her with Momoi? Sorry for the angst!

No worries on the angst, it makes things interesting. Thanks for a great song choice, I’ve never heard it before! I hope you like this.

Don’t Call Me (feat Yuna) by TOKiMONSTA – Aomine

Shifting your purse, you pick up an item you think would be
perfect for your boyfriend. A wide smile covers your lips as you take it to the
front to pay. From behind, you don’t notice a pair of sapphire eyes watching
you with keen interest. Purchase made, you stroll out of the establishment none
the wiser that you’ve caught some very unwanted attention.

Later in the evening as your preparing dinner your phone
rings. Without looking at the display, you pick up.

“Hello?”

You almost drop it when Aomine’s smooth voice comes over the
line, “Hey y/n, how’s it going?”

Taking a deep breath, you remove the phone from you ear and
hit the END CALL button without saying a word. It rings again immediately,
Aomine’s face flashing across the screen. Didn’t you delete his number?
Unwilling to deal with him, you move to put the phone on silent but since you
don’t want to miss a call or text from your boyfriend opt to block Aomine’s
number.

Don’t call me no more,
no more

Don’t call me

That works for all of five minutes before it’s ringing
again, this time UNKNOWN popping up. Sighing you text your man, telling him to
just come over when he’s done and turn your phone on silent.

By the time he gets there you have ten missed calls and even
more texts from Aomine telling you to answer the phone, that he needs to talk
to you. Rolling your eyes, you delete all the messages and focus on spending
time with the man who actually deserves your time.

Hey, I never thought
this love could go so wrong

And so it did and you
know that I moved on

I never heard from you
for so long

Now I’m glowing up,
you’re blowing up my phone

In his room, Aomine frowns at the screen. He knows he fucked
up royally, has known it for a while but true to his stubborn and prideful
nature has ignored those feelings. But he couldn’t ignore how his heart lurched
at the sight of you today. You looked even more beautiful that he remembered.
The smile on your face reminded him of all the times you given it to him, of
the nights spent with you in bed, of the love you’d poured into him.

In that moment, he missed you like he never had before and in
his arrogance thought it possible you may miss him too. He views your ignoring
him as simply part of the game and Aomine Daiki does not back down from a
challenge.

I know you’re tryna
see if I still care that I miss you

Know you never thought
that I could be this cool

Know you didn’t think
that I could be this cruel

I don’t need to be
mean but I’m just gonna ignore you

The next evening, you’re snuggled up on the couch watching a
movie. A knock at the door has you pausing the film to answer it. But when you
look through the peephole an involuntary gasp escapes your lips; what the hell
is Aomine doing here?

You try to pretend you’re not home but his voice cuts
through the door like a knife. “Y/N, I know you’re there, open the door.”

Sighing, you decide it best to nip this in the bud quickly.
Whipping open the door, you glare up at Aomine, one hand on your hip and the
other on the door ready to slam it in his face, which you do after snapping
out, “Fuck off, Aomine.”

You haven’t taken one step before he’s pounding on the door
again. “Y/N! What the hell?” When you don’t answer he pounds again. “I’m not
going anywhere until you talk to me!”

Funny how when you see
you’re glowing up

Wanna try and make it
up

Suddenly just showing
up

Overcome with anger, you open the door roughly, eyes
flashing. “Talk? You wanna talk?” What
should we talk about first?” You tick off on your fingers as you rant.

“How you started pulling away and wouldn’t talk to me about
what was bothering you?”

Where were you when I
was crying?

Left me on the floor
just dying

“How you ignored my calls and texts while I was on
assignment?”

Can’t come to the
phone, realign

Now you wanna be my
friend but I ain’t buying it

“Oh wait, I know why you didn’t, because you were too busy
fucking that pink-haired twit!”

And I see you found a
new love

And you show it, all
your friends gotta know it

Aomine swallows once, sweat beading on his brow; he’s never
seen you this angry before. He knows it’s for good reason but it’s still
shocking.

“You never appreciated me, Aomine. You never gave a shit
about everything I did for you, all the bull I put up with being your
girlfriend. Honestly, I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.”

I was there to build
you up when everything was a mess

I was dedicated to you

I cared about nothing
but you, but you

He opens his mouth but you put up a hand to stem whatever
inane excuse he plans on spouting. “You know what? It doesn’t matter anymore,
Aomine. Because we’re done. I’m over you, I’ve moved on and I’m not looking
back. So, lose my number, forget where I live and if you see me on the street,
forget you even know me.”

I’ve been there before
so I know when you’re just faking it

I can’t believe I
stayed with you, the pain that I’ve been taking in

“Aomine, what the hell are you doing here?”

Wakamatsu’s voice draws both your and the blue haired male’s
attention away from one another for a moment.

Kosuke’s eyes move to your face, startled to see you looking
so upset. “What’s wrong, y/n?” he asks shouldering past Aomine to grip your
hand.

Shooting your eyes back to Aomine’s face you snap, “Nothing,
this asshole was just leaving.”

Aomine’s fists clench tightly, the desire to deck his former
team mate strong. Wakamatsu sees the flash in his eyes, narrowing his own. “You
heard the lady, dick, get movin’.”

Slamming his fist against the wall, Aomine pivots on his
heel, stomping down the hall and out the doors.

Don’t call me no more,
no more

Don’t call me

Don’t call me no more

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Tobio Kageyama – Prompt #58 – “I’ve been in love with you my entire life. Ever since the first day I met you.”

You aren’t sure what it is but something is certainly bothering your
dear bestie. The boy (now man) you’ve grown up with is acting rather strange.
His face is even more scowlly than usual, a tenseness in his muscles that fills
you with unease.

“Tobio-kun,” you say slowly, “what’s wrong?”

Kageyama’s breath catches. His lungs burn, his heart aches; how
could he have let this happen? You’ve been right here, right here the whole
time and he never said anything! And now…now you belong to someone else. Or at
least you will, unless maybe…

In true Tobio fashion he looks you dead in the eye and blurts
out, “_____-chan, I’ve been in love with
you my entire life. Ever since the first day I met you.“ He sees your
eyes widen, your mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out. Before you
can get your voice to work he’s speaking again, “I know I’m an idiot, waiting
until now to tell you this, but…I
can’t let the rest of my life go on without having at least tried…even at the
last minute.”

You both glance to the diamond ring on your left hand. Tears
trail down your cheeks when you look back at him and he can see the answer in
your eyes. Because as much as Tobio means to you, you love Tooru.

Aomine – Drabble Prompt #12 – “Say it!”

Aomine knows, not too deeply down, in fact, he’s quite sure
he’s being irrational. But no matter how hard he tries he can’t shake the
feeling that something is going on
between you and Kagami. Ever since he introduced the two of you (what possessed
him to do so he’ll never know) you’ve been hanging out more and more, doing
things together that he, quite frankly, doesn’t have any interest in.

At first, it was great. Instead of bugging him to death to
go to a cooking class or volunteer or whatever whim you’d picked up that week
you now had Kagami to drag along with you. And, being the lazy ass he is,
Aomine’s been grateful to have a substitute for those things. But now…now
you’re hanging out at his apartment…alone…when you were supposed to be with
him.

Not that you exactly know
you’re supposed to be with him, because Aomine doesn’t communicate what he
wants very well. He knows this about himself and yet for so long you’ve
intuitively known what he needs or wants that he just got used to you almost
reading his mind. Until you started hanging out with Kagami. It’s not enough
that the red headed bastard beat him at his own game but now it seems like he’s
moving in on another territory of his: you.

His phone is gripped in his hand as he stares at your
number. If he clenches any tighter he’s sure he’ll crack the screen. Taking a
deep breath, he hits your contact to call you.

You answer on the second ring, no doubt concerned because he
almost never calls, opting to text
more often than not. “Hey Daiki-kun,” you say, voice holding a tinge of
confusion, “what’s up?”

“When are you coming home?” he asks without preamble. You’re
surprised again. Usually he just waits until you come home and crawl in bed or
on the couch with him. His tone warns you that he’s upset but you’re not sure
why.

“Um, I don’t know, maybe a couple hours? Kagami-kun and I
just finished dinner and we were going to watch a movie with-“

He doesn’t let you finish, snapping out, “You’ve been over
there all damn day!” Which is Aomine code for, “I miss you, but I won’t admit
it.”

Taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart you say,
“Yeah, I know, sorry, time just sort of got away from me. Do…do you want me to
come home?”

“Tch, do whatever the hell you want,” he says bitterly and
hangs up. Throwing his phone against the bed he flops down on it and covers his
face with his hands. That was not how
he’d wanted that to go and yet he allowed his temper to get the best of him
again. He knows he should calm down, he really does want to talk to you when
you get home to try to sort this out but the more he thinks about all the
possibilities of what’s happening at Kagami’s the more and more angry he gets.

Back at Kagami’s you grab your jacket, shrugging it on. Your
friend looks at you with concern in his eyes.

“Everything ok, ______-san?” he asks as you pick up your
purse.

“No, Kagami-kun, I think Daiki-kun is upset with me for
staying over here so long,” you reply giving him a sad look.

“What? Why the hell would that be? I mean, it’s not like we
haven’t hung out before!” he says heatedly.

Patting his shoulder, you smile weakly. “You know how he can
get. I’ll go home and get this all sorted out. Tell Kuroko-kun I’m sorry to
bail before he gets here. Enjoy the movie.”

As you move to leave, he places a hand on your shoulder.
“Text me and let me know what’s going on, ok?” You nod and he releases you
allowing you to exit.

When you get home Daiki-kun is sitting on the couch, staring
at the TV but it’s not on. You takeyou’re your shoes and coat, setting your
things down before you slowly make your way towards him. As you round the edge
of the couch you can see his face is set in a harder frown than usual. He’s
really angry and the look in his eyes when he looks at you makes you gulp.

“So, decided to finally come home huh?” he asks lowly.

“Daiki-kun, what’s wrong?”

You’re not prepared for the simple question to result in a
torrent of angry words.

“What’s wrong?! What’s wrong?
Oh, I don’t know _______-chan, could it be that my girlfriend seems to want to spend more time with another guy
than with me? And not just any guy, my
rival?!” When he stands up you move away, a bit frightened of his
intensity. You’re sure he won’t hurt you, but his volatile behavior is making
you nervous.

“What are you talking about-,” you begin but he cuts you
off, slamming his hand against the wall you’ve back into and staring down at
you with fierce eyes.

“Just say it!” he
commands.

You look at him in confusion, tears stinging the edges of
your eyes.

“Say what?” you whimper.

“Just say you’d rather be with him than with me!” he shouts.

There’s silence for a moment before you push him away from
you and storm towards the door.

“That’s right, go running back to Kagami, I’m sure he’ll be
waiting for you with open arms!” he yells as you hurriedly put on your shoes
and coat. Grabbing your purse, you rush out of the apartment and down the
stairs, finally allowing your tears to fall.

Back in your shared dwelling, Aomine punches the wall hard
enough to make a hole and his knuckles bleed. When he finally calms down enough
to think rationally again he feels almost ready to cry for the first time in
years and possibly the first time over a woman. The very thing he was trying to
avoid, he has been the cause of. You’re back with Kagami, and now not even
Aomine can blame you if you decide to stay there.

If it’s alright to combine the sentence drabble and kissing prompts, may I have an angst scenario for Akashi with #8: “Were you ever going to tell me?” and #23: “kissing tears away”?

Sorry this took so long and thank you for your patience! TW: Teen pregnancy. Forgive me if this is too much of a troupe
but I couldn’t come up with something for so long and when this hit me I ran
with it. Also, since this also contains kissing tears away I ended it a bit
fluffy, hope you don’t mind.

“Sweetheart?”

The term of endearment falls from Akashi’s lips before he
can stop it, his eyes wide as he stares at you from behind. Slowly you turn to
face him, aware there’s no way you can get away quickly, and he inhales a sharp
breath when your protruding stomach comes into view.

“You…you’re…” the normally eloquent male is at a loss for
words.

You nod, tears already sliding down your face as you hang
your head in shame.

Akashi remains frozen, not sure what to feel as the shock
slowly wears down. Sadness? Anger? Betrayal? He sees you fidget, the urge to
run strong but you stay standing there, waiting for him to say something,
waiting for his judgement. When you finally manage to raise your head enough to
look him in the eye he knows what he feels; relief.

Relief that you’re still in Japan, relief that he has
another chance. But he’s still confused and hurt. Why did you leave him if you
were…

“Is it mine?” His voice comes out harsher than he meant,
evident by the flinch of your shoulders. The silence is suffocating but the
fractional nod of your head has him surging forward, arms wrapping around your
shoulders. You hesitate, then slowly return the embrace as much as you are able
given the swell of your belly.

In your ear, Akashi whispers, voice thick with emotion as he
works to keep his own tears at bay, “Were
you ever going to tell me?”

His question releases a flood gate and you’re sobbing,
shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Glancing around, he can see the two of you
are starting to draw too much attention and so Akashi rotates, keeping one arm
around your shoulders as he leads you outside. His car is waiting, the driver
visibly surprised by the situation in front of him but he snaps into action quickly, opening the door to allow his young master to usher you inside, away from
prying eyes.

As the door shuts you cry harder, able to let out all your
anguish in the safety of this space, in the comfort of Seijuro’s arms.

“Tell me everything,” he says softly.

In broken, heart wrenching sobs, you recount the day you
found out you were pregnant with his child. You’d been throwing up and thinking
you had some sort of virus your mother had taken you to the doctor. Akashi
recalls the day, having received a text message that you wouldn’t be at school.

Apparently, the doctor determined you weren’t sick but given
the violence of your retching ran further tests. When the results came back,
and because you’re a minor, she’d no choice but to tell your mother who
promptly lost her mind, screaming and crying at you for being so stupid.

It only got worse when you arrived home. Akashi almost
shudders; he knows your father well, his business being one that has been
connected to the Akashi family for years.

“Why didn’t you take care of it?!” he screamed at your
mother, “you were at the clinic, you could have eradicated this abomination
there!”

“They wouldn’t allow it without her consent and she won’t do
it,” she’d responded through tears.

“Idiot! I’ve managed to raise an idiot!” When he turned rage
filled eyes to you, you’d never been more scared of your father than that
moment. “I’m moving you to a new school, you’ll be staying with your aunt.
She’s of a similar disposition, an uncontrollable whore.”

Your recount of your father’s harsh words stirs fury in
Akashi’s chest but he remains silent, allowing you to explain how he determined
this was the best course of action to hopefully avoid further shame being
brought upon the family, shipping you to a woman you never met because she too
was cast out for her mistakes.

“And you will not
speak to Akashi ever again, whether this is his bastard or not. You’ve
disgraced one family, I will not allow you to do the same for another.”

Truthfully, you’ve always felt your father cared about
Akashi more than you, having wanted a son more than anything but was cursed
with a daughter. That was why, initially, you’d resisted Seijuro’s advances,
not wanting to bring him around more and be cast further and further into his
shadow. But he’d won you over, showing you how much worth you had in your own
right, despite what your father said.

When you finish, there are tears still streaking down your
face, your sniffles the only sound in the otherwise silent car save for the
dull murmur of passing traffic. Leaning forward, Seijuro plants a kiss against
one cheek then the other, moving slowly up your face to peck both of your
closed eyes. He ends by kissing your forehead, lips still touching your skin as
he says, “You should have come to me.”

“But Sei-kun, I couldn’t do that to you,” you protest, eyes
opening to meet his.

“Do what to me exactly? Bring me happy news? Let me take
care of the woman I love? The only thing you did, my love, was hurt me by
leaving without a word.” You close your eyes again, fresh tears pouring down
but this time he wipes them away while continuing to speak, “When I received that
message, with no context, no idea what was happening or why can you imagine the
pain I felt? Thinking this whole time, I’d done something but not knowing what
it was?”

He pulls you into a hug. “I went to your house, but they
wouldn’t let me in. Me! Do you know what that did to my pride? How devastated I
was to be turned away thinking it was you
who was doing it?”

You sob harder and Akashi hates that he’s the one hurting
you now but he needs you to know, he needs you to understand the hell he’s been
through these past six months.

Pulling back, he cups your face, thumbs trailing back and
forth under your eyes. “But now that I have the whole story, I understand, I
know your father and I can only imagine how terrifying that whole ordeal was.”
He kisses you gently. “I forgive you, I love you, sweetheart, and I don’t give
a crap about what your father says.”

“But what about yours? Won’t…won’t he be furious?”

Seijuro shrugs. “I’ve been the perfect son long enough, it’s
time he deals with reality and that not everything can be controlled.”

Your eyes widen; you’ve never heard him speak like this before.

He sighs reading the expression on your face clear. “My…our loss to Seirin taught me many things
about myself and the way I view the world. It was a frightening time but I’m
moving forward. Please,” he presses his lips to yours again and you melt into
him, folding your body into his warmth, “please let me take care of you. Come
back home with me, live with me. Your father cast you out, let me take you in.”

“But…your reputation,” you whisper.

“I would rather be known as a man who owns up to his
mistakes than one who runs from them. Besides, I don’t consider this,” he
touches your belly, “a mistake. Unplanned? Not ideal? Sure, but this new life…I
have a chance to start fresh and I want to with you.”

You stare in his eyes, completely overcome with emotion
before flinging your arms around his neck. “I love you, Seijuro.”

“I love you too,” he responds kissing your temple.

hello! I really like your writing especially your scenarios :DD may I also request a scenario for takao where he falls in love with someone else, and his s/o reminds him of his promise to always love her when he first asked her to be with him? lots of angst, and thank youuu!

Thank you for the compliment! I really appreciate it! I’m so
sorry this took FOREVER to get out and thank you for your patience! It’s pretty
short but I hope I gave you the dose of angst you were looking for!

“Y/N,” Takao says,
his breath a bit shaky as he looks in your eyes, “I…I think, no, I know…we need
to end this. We…we can’t be together anymore.”

Your heart feels like it just got stabbed, tears flooding
your eyes immediately when you see he’s completely serious. “Kazu-kun, how…how
can you say that? How can you look me in the eye and say that?” you say,
hysteria threatening to erupt.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he walks to the
window, looking out into the rapidly darkening sky. Turning back to look at
you, his eyes sad, he confesses, “I…I’m in love with someone else and…I just
can’t deny that anymore.”

Another stab, you feel your chest tighten. It’s hard to
breathe, hard to stand so you collapse into a chair, staring at him in
disbelief.

“But…but what about us? What about your promise to always
love me!” You stand back up, anger mixing with your despair and you rush
forward, smacking him across the face. “I gave you everything Kazunari!” you
shout, fists clenched. “My heart, my time, my body! Everything and anything you
wanted I gave it! I went to every game, stayed late for every practice, helped
you with your homework and studying, brought you food, even cooked for the team
so you could all rest and this is the
thanks I get?! This is my reward for sacrificing so much for you! A betrayal?!”

You smack him again and he grabs your hand, tugging you firm
against his chest to stop your movements, his eyes boring into your tear-filled
ones. “Would you rather I fake it? Huh? Would you rather I pretend to still love
you? Don’t you think you’d feel it? I’m surprised you haven’t by now.” He lets
you go and you collapse to the ground, face buried in your hands as you weep.

He crouches down, the touch of his hand on the back of your
head making you wince. “You deserve better, _____-san,” he says, his use of
your last name solidifying his decision to end this, to walk away and leave you
broken. “I’ve tried, I’ve tried so hard to ignore how I feel, to wait for it to
go away, hoping it was just a stupid crush or…or…I don’t know, an irrational infatuation
but it hasn’t. It’s only gotten stronger and…I just couldn’t lie to you
anymore.”

He tilts your face up and you’re surprised to see he has
tears of his own leaking from his eyes. “You are amazing and I want you to be
happy but I can’t be with you anymore.”

“If I’m so amazing, why are you going to her and not staying
with me?” you ask, voice quiet.

He inhales a deep breath and shakes his head. “I don’t know,
I just know as much as we both wanted it to be, this wasn’t meant to last
forever.”

His lips touch your forehead, the contact making you close
your eyes. “Goodbye, _____-san,” he whispers.

When you open your eyes, he’s gone.

Hi! I’m new to the blog so can i request a kise ryouta and number 44 please! Thanks! ❤️

Hello hlbanana and welcome! I didn’t remember you asked
for slight angst until I went back to post my reply. This ended up pretty much
full on angst, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Thanks for following and
sending in an ask!

Kise Ryouta –
Prompt #44 – “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

When Kise rounds the corner of his block and sees you sitting on
the stairs of his condo he smiles. But it drops away as your head comes up,
your face streaked with tears and your hand over your mouth.

“Hey,” he says softly crouching down so he’s level with your face,
“what’s wrong? What happened?” His hand reaches out to smooth down your hair
but you stand abruptly and head up the stairs without a word. Ok, maybe you
want to talk to him inside. He follows you, unlocking the door (just now
realizing it’s odd that you didn’t use the key he gave you) and leads you in.

Shutting the door, he opens his mouth to repeat his question only
to snap it shut when you say, “Well, looks like you had a good time at the
party.”

He freezes, eyes going wide when you turn around, a mixture of
pain and anger on your face.

“Yeah, I saw,” you confirm before heading to the bedroom. Kise
remains where he is, his mind working on overtime to try to think of something to say that doesn’t make him
sound like a jerk but there’s really nothing. How can he explain he was only
kissing that woman to prove a point to himself? To confirm what everyone else
already knows but he’s just too damn stubborn and prideful to admit? He always
said he wanted a girl who wouldn’t tie him down and that’s what you started out
as. But now…

“Y/N,” he calls walking down the hall, pausing at the threshold of
his bedroom and watching you empty the drawer he’d designated for you. “That
was…I…”

“Don’t! Just…don’t,” you say over your shoulder, roughly shoving clothing
and other personal items into your backpack. Standing up you rub your eyes, a
mirthless chuckle escaping your lips as you say, “You know? I don’t know why I’m crying. I knew
what this was and I thought I could handle it. But where I come from you don’t
give someone something like this,” you hold up the key he’d given you a couple
weeks ago, “and this,” you kick the drawer you just emptied, “if this,” you
gesture between the two of you, “doesn’t mean anything.”

Kise feels a pang in his chest as you toss the key onto the
dresser before lifting your backpack and shouldering your way past him into the
hall. “______-cchi, it does mean
something-“he says to your back but you cut him off.

“Yeah, it means I’m an idiot for ever allowing myself to get this
close to you. I mean, how did I ever think I could
have a casual relationship with someone? Oh sure, Y/N, let’s try to let go of
being so uptight and needy. Let’s show the people back home you can hang with
the “in crowd”, the “I don’t give crap about anyone crowd”, the “this is all
well and good as long as it’s fun” crowd.“

Kise grabs your wrist but you wrench it away, whirling around,
your eyes red rimmed. “How could I ever think someone as shallow as you
could feel something deep for me?”

He knows you’re angry, and for good reason because he knows he
hasn’t been clear with what he wants, but that hurt. He feels a stinging near
his eyes.

“_________-cchi, please…let me explain-”

“Explain what, exactly? There’s nothing to explain! You’re
not willing to commit, end of story!”

“No, it’s not the end of the story! Damn it, Y/N will you
just let me talk?!” he yells.

“No, Kise, your actions spoke louder than any words you can
say! I’m done! We had our fun, you were a good time and that’s all.”

You turn to leave but he grabs you again desperate for you to at
least listen.

“She didn’t mean anything,” he says quietly.

“None of us mean anything to you Kise,” you answer.

He turns you around, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking
you once. “Stop, just listen! You…you mean so much to me…I…I need
you.” He pauses but goes for broke, “I love you.”

You laugh in his face, a mocking, angry sound that is painful to
hear, your face contorted in disbelief and slight disgust.

“You’ve got a really screwed up way of showing it,”
you spit out viciously, “having your tongue down another woman’s throat
doesn’t exactly lend credence to your words!” You pull away again, opening
the door.

Kise says, running hands through his hair, “I just…look, I
had to make sure of what I was feeling! I’ve never felt like this before and it
was confusing because I always thought I didn’t want anything more with anyone but
I want you! I want you to be my
girlfriend!”

You turn to look at him, not believing the words you’re hearing.
“So, you needed to make out with another woman to know for sure you love
me?” you ask. He can’t look you in the eyes and it’s all the confirmation
you need.

“You’re such an asshole,” you say lowly making his
head snap up to look at you. “Lose my number. No, you know what? Forget I
even exist because that’s exactly what I’m going to do with you.

Without another word, you walk out his door, not even bothering
to shut it. He watches you go, tears trailing down his cheeks. Even now he’s
hoping, maybe you’ll turn around. He doesn’t shut the door until he can’t see
you anymore.