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Tsukishima had always been my support, as had my friend Yachi. They both supported me.
Then I started getting closer to Hinata and especially Kageyama. Then Kaito, a boy in the same class as Hinata and Kageyama, joined me.
I became friends with him. He was incredibly kind, a beautiful boy. He held my hand and smiled at me. Little by little, I grew very fond of him.
But I loved Tsukishima, and at one point, I thought he did too, until he got a girlfriend, Azumi. I was devastated. It took months to open my heart again, and then my best friend and his girlfriend broke up.
I cared for him, but I didn't love him anymore. Then Kageyama comforted me. He was incredible and perfect. I started seeing him with love, but he already loved someone else, Tokachiki.
He started sending me gifts and letters. All I could see was how my second love loved someone else, but I decided to support them.
I didn't believe anyone truly loved me, so in my misery, Kaito offered me a hand, offering to be my partner until I fell in love again. My eyes shone, and love blossomed within me.
Kaito was perfect, or rather, he was, until he discovered I liked Kageyama. I denied it, knowing the problems between them.
They had argued over something that had happened, involving Hinata, so they were no longer Kaito's friends, but I decided to continue pursuing the red flags.
Kaito thought Kageyama had something going on with me even though he loved Tokachiki. He insulted Kageyama and played the victim.
I didn't know any of that. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, my phone was full of messages.
I heard horrible things and blocked and "broke up" with Kaito on the spot, my chest ached and my tears came out, my mother comforted me all morning.
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My throat itched and my lips parted, vomit falling from the corner of them.
I had a problem, but I'd never dealt with it. I'd always had everything, so it wasn't logical that someone as privileged as me would have problems.
I'd read Kageyama's messages, my tears growing increasingly thin, and my crying was inconsolable.
"I don't want to hear anything from you and Kaito. Please don't write to me again."
Those simple words spoken by the person I loved most broke me.
Panic and anxiety soon consumed me, and that bad habit I'd left behind had returned and tormented me.
I stayed in my room, crying and inconsolable. No one could pull me out of that abyss unless it was him.
The comments and the crap I was receiving were also a trigger for me; they blamed me as much as Kaito.
I didn't want to be associated with Kaito. I received messages from friends telling me all kinds of things. I was simply devastated.
I hadn't been like this for a day; my only way to vent was to go and take refuge with Yachi and Tsukishima.
They supported me endlessly, visited me, and comforted me. Yet something changed. My tears were back to normal, and my crying became normal again.
I couldn't enjoy anything anymore; just remembering it all broke me. It wasn't even two days before I had to leave again. I had missed my class, and I didn't want to lose my attendance.
And that was my big problem. No, I wasn't okay. I decided to make one last call.
I called Hinata, and he quickly answered.
"Are you okay?" my friend asked. I smiled, tears welling in my eyes. "Yes," I replied calmly. "If anyone wants to contact me, tell them I'm not here." Hinata nodded. I thanked him and hung up. "
Are you okay?" I asked before pressing the button.