❥title: rewind

❥story: angst

❥warnings: none

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No..

Yahaba held the letter of farewell along with an engagement ring that used to belong to his wife, You. His mouth agape, his eyes widening in surprise along with tears blurring his view.

No no no..

He kept rereading the words written on the paper he held tightly - that it was beginning to crumple in its side. Not believing what his eyes were seeing at the moment.

A bittersweet yet forced laugh escaped his mouth, shaking his head in disagreement. "This isn't real," he tried to convince himself it was all on his head and that he was just hallucinating everything.

But to his unfortune, he wasn't.

Don't leave me.

Yahaba dropped the letter of goodbye in his hands, standing up yet struggled to do so because of his legs trembling in disbelief. Both of his hands covering his mouth in surprise, shaking his head.

He let's out a quick fake laugh, a smile on his lips. "This is just a dream! I would wake up soon riGHT?!" He says, nodding to his own words whilst chuckling once in a while.

"This is just a big joke!"

Please stay!

His face paled, nothing but his sobs and hiccups were echoing through the quiet living room. The house felt empty, cold and lonely, it wasn't the same when you weren't there to cheer him up with your bubbly personality that he loved the most.

Gripping tightly on his hair, he felt his whole body collapse - tired and stressed at the same time. He felt like giving up already and it wasn't even the start of his journey.

What's the use of being here when the reason I live is dead? He questioned himself repeatedly, he looked absolutely pitiful on the cold floor. His body curled up like a ball, his tie that was loose, crumpled clothing, eyes that were all red and puffy, sobs escaping his lips, tears that fell uncontrollably.

All he felt was pain. Everything else disappeared in thin air, all the happy memories replaced with nothing but blank in his thoughts. He felt lost in his own mind.

Why didn't you tell him? Why did you let him suffer like this? Why didn't you say goodbye? Why didn't he have a choice to talk to you one last time?

That was all he could think of, he could care less about his phone ringing continuously - children running around outside, and the neighbours that were simply talking to each other as he laid there on the frosty ground.

"Yahaba!" you scold, walking over to quickly smack the back of his head with a irritated huff. Him wincing and frowning over to you, massaging the spot where you hit quite harshly.

"Don't do that you show-off!" you exclaimed, referring to the past event that occurred. Him throwing a ball over to one of the Karasuno's Manager, Yachi: and tried gaining her attention by letting her pick the ball up and give it to him.

But unfortunate for her, a ball flung over to her direction, almost hitting her straight in the face if it wasn't for Kiyoko's fast reflexes and quick block with her hand.

"How was I supposed to know that would happen?" He asked, pouting as you just let out a quick huff, turning on your heel before stomping away from the male.

"Y/n! I didn't mean to!" he defended, flailing his arms everywhere as he walked beside you with a apologetic expression plastered on.

But you simply rolled your eyes, avoiding his gaze as much as possible making him wince a bit before placing an arm over your shoulder.

"I'm sorry." he continues, eyes filled with hope that you would finally accept his so called apology. You glared, shaking your head in disbelief as his mouth agape.

"Come on Y/n! I'm not the one who threw the ball!" he added on, trying his best to get you to talk to him somehow. "Its L/n for you, idiot." his face paled, a few of his teammates laughing the background as he sweat dropped.

"But Y/n!" holding your wrist as he forcefully turns you around to meet his gaze, making you turn red. "I didn't mean to,"

.

.

.

"Hmph!"

"Hah? Y/n!"

Shaking, he smiled sadly - remembering the good old memories you two shared before and after high school, University and all that things.

Deciding to get up, he slowly walked over to the picture frame he favoured the most out of the few. It was the day you two got married, you holding your favorite bouquet of flowers in hands as he Kissed your forehead lovingly.

Hugging the frame tightly, he fell onto his knees. Tears never stopped falling as he sobbed quietly onto the ground, he wanted you back so badly that it hurted him harshly. Your warmth, your touch, your voice, your face, your beautiful eyes, everything about you.

"rewind." his thoughts said out loud, his lips trembling and his face was a mess, everything about his state was nothing but a huge mess. His eyes were red sore, his body shaking along with a lump stuck in his throat. "p-please come back."

"please don't leave me."

*cries*

I LEGIT DONT KNOW IF I SHOULD BE PROUD OR DISAPPOINTED IN THIS OMFG-