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[cheesycski]

i miss you; i still do

kazuha x reader angst

a/n: this is based off promise by laufey cause my friend said told me to do it xc (not proofread btww, if there are any misspellings pls tell me :p)

wc: 902

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italic for flashbacks normal for the present bold for emphasis

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They said it's easy to move on.

At least that's what I always said to myself after recalling all summer evenings by the shore. We shared our first passionate kiss as well as a night full of bliss and the thrashing waves as our musical background.

At sunset, not many people were hanging around the beach. A girl tugs a boy to the coast of the water "Wait! Don't do that~" He playfully whines as he tries to pull himself away from the calm tides, the sand imprints their puerile acts as they blithely ignore their surroundings.

"Why not?" Giggles erupt from the girl, a sweet melody that strikes a core inside the man's heart. He pulls her close to him, her back hitting his chest as they face the view of the setting sun. She gazes up at his face, realizing that her action caused their faces to be close to kissing. "Your dress is pretty. I don't want you to ruin it." he grins adoringly.

She blinks slowly, feeling her e/c eyes dreamily gape at the pair of red staring right back at her. "M'kay." she breathes, mouth dangerously nearing his. The overbearing weight of the atmosphere dawns upon them, as they shut their eyes, closing the gap between their lips and enjoying the serenity of the moment. Passion clashed at every second as if time had slowed down and everything else was thrown out the window. Just the two of them and the picturesque view of the sun below the horizon, the azure sky mirroring the grandeur of the boundless sea. 

That evening made me realize what we had was more than just a crush, you've bewitched me. 

Your compliments were sweet, but the last time I heard your praise was long ago. Up until now your pretty name— Kazuha, always brings me joy when mentioned. And as our lips met in a final embrace, the passionate fervor had me craving for more. I reached after yours as you leisurely pulled away.

Two friends lost in paradise. Stuck in their little world ensconced under the moon's silvery glow that hangs in the sky while they point to the stars as if they are engaged in a celestial dance. "Kazuha, you told me you know what the wind whispers. Can you tell me what it's saying right now?" a hand ran down through her h/c locks, gently massaging it now and then; it almost lulled the lass to sleep, but eager to hear his reply, she kept her eyes open.

"It's okay." He says with the softest tone while his hand on her hair stops moving and settles on the small of her back. An almost inaudible sound of confusion comes out of her mouth, "What do you mean?"  "Everything will be okay, that's what it said."  A radiant smile makes its way to the girl's face, eyes slightly drooping as her heart beats in trepidation and hope. She gathers her last ball of energy to voice her question, "Will I see you again?"  

The question seemed to hover in the air as if it were a foggy mist, casting an almost tangible wave of anticipation upon the girl as her eyes lingered on their now intertwined fingers, eyes filled with interest and worry. "Don't worry, I'll always be here to see you. A countless times over." 

Was that your way of saying goodbye? You hold me in your arms spouting absolute lies. You treat me like a fool— an idiot to eagerly believe that we have something more and vanish from my life like the swift air as though your lips weren't engraved on mine. As if I was but a memory stored in the recesses of your mind. 

A few weeks before, I passed by the wooded Rosemary Avenue, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee and sweet pastries struck a melancholic memory in my mind. My steps came to a stop when I saw a boy, his cascading platinum-blonde hair that seemed to glow under the night sky, and his figure reminiscent of you.

My lips quiver as recollections of our past swirl back into my mind like a relentless wave. My body froze in place, a slight tremor betraying the rush of nostalgia; unable to summon the boldness to inch myself forward.

So I chose to flee in the opposite direction, all the while pathetically berating myself for not being brave enough to walk up to you and ask what I've always wanted to. So with each step, my heart thuds against my ribcage, threatening to leap out of my chest from how rapidly it's beating.

That day, I made a promise to myself. To forget about you. 

Now I stare at the now spacious gaps of my house after I threw all the things that reminded me of you. The amount of framed photos I had of us that decoratively adorned the walls, the shirt you willingly let me have which once carried your scent, and the beautiful magnets we collected from our trips, how could I avoid the memory of you?

But when I gathered all the boxes, I tried to throw them out, but my heart couldn't. I couldn't.

After 16 days of trying to follow my promise, I broke it. I called you, so now I hope this voicemail gets to you, Kazuha. Cause this is the last time I'll say goodbye to you, I'm sorry, but you won't see me again. 

- - - - woaah that was tuff :)) hope you guys liked it !!