space; end. ii

three days.

its the longest three days atsumu has ever felt. it feels suffocating, it feels surreal, it feels disastrous.

the whole situation itself is disastrous, absolutely messy. it's like clouds suddenly being pinned to the ground while it forms a storm.

nothing good will ever come out of it.

drivers license

the coldness of the night envelopes your frail, shivering body.

its at the crack of dawn, but here you are; walking down the cold streets, with your tear-stricken face. your lips chapped, your eyes glossy but unable to produce tears.

you wrap your arms around your body, as small sobs erupt from your quivering lips. dragging your body in the middle of the street. the same street where you two always drove together.

his hand would always be on your thigh, while the other stands by the steering wheel. him looking at you every time he could, with that look in his eyes, that cunning smile he always made. it always gave you butterflies.

but you guess not anymore.