Why? - Iwaizumi x Depressed!ReaderWarning: slight feels (?)Why? - Iwaizumi x Depressed!Reader by sentimentalsweets
It was never meant to be this way.
Their friendship ruined and thrown away into an abyss without him being able to say a single "goodbye".
Dark caliginous clouds loomed over the cemetery as the people that stood around the tombstone engraved (l/n) (f/n). They gently and softly put the vibrant flowers onto her grave, which did absolutely nothing to lighten the mood up.
It was horrible
Iwaizumi has never felt this much pain out of his whole life, and he knew it would last forever and ever.
How couldn't I have known they weren't just accidental cuts?
Why didn't you tell me they were cuts from the sea of blades you keep in your drawer?
Why did I have to be so dense about it?
If you told me how you felt, I could've been the one to comfort you, you know?
Was I that stupid?
I wish you could've told me. I would've drowned you in a million kisses, give you everything you wanted, and compliment you nonstop.
I probably was a
Colors - Soulmate AU - Nishinoya Yuu x ReaderColors - Soulmate AU - Nishinoya Yuu x Reader by Jackassery69
Warning: There is suicide in this. And angst, if you don't like either, I'm sorry but you won't like this fic.
“No! I don’t want to believe it! I don’t even know you!”
“Stop being such a child, you’re my soul mate, whether you like it or not.”
“No! I refuse to believe it! My soul mate is Kiyoko-san!”
“Don’t call me that!” he screamed, launching several textbooks at your head. You ducked but one managed to land a hit against your forehead.
“I don’t want anything to do with you! You’re the worst! Go away!” he snarled, racing from the room in a rage.
The emotional pain hurt more than the cut on your forehead.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you picked up his textbooks, placing them orderly on his desk with a tender touch.
“But I’ve always been watching you.” Volleyball practice, class, walking past the foothill store.
ash, / nishinoya yuu.ash, / nishinoya yuu. by Violinxst
Her realm was gray, everything she gazed at was gray. What was the significance of a world without color?
Sunsets were never vivid enough as the contrast of black and white masked their authentic beauty. Food tasteless, plain. Charcoal bags hung underneath her clouded globes. Ordinary. Weary. Austere. In every direction she beheld, stretched the different intensities of dust.
Forlorn frontages filled her vision every time she entered the bus.
None of them were ever foreign to her. Negative emotions whispered ruinous images to her mind. Revolution of melancholy. Like poison, it slowly corrupted her being.
Sleep, suggested sadness. Why live in an environment filled with anguish?
And she almost did.
She prepared all the items she needed. Letters of atonement, numerous pills in every shape and hue ( gray, she observed. ), depression cheering out his approvals.
One more day at school, she begged.