"Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing's wrong, but inside every breath hurts."
~Anonymous
Gokudera couldn't breathe. He stared at his phone, his hands trembling.
The screen stared up at him, cold and unfeeling. The text that he had just read was still open, the characters black and white and cold.
Hey Gokudera, I know we've been together a while, but I just don't feel it anymore. I feel like it's time we see other people. We can still be friends of course!
His breath was trembling and broken. His mind, normally so sharp, was numb.
He didn't even have the balls to say it to my face…
Gokudera Hayato never cried. He hadn't cried since his mother's death.
Yet he could feel the sensation of a wet droplet making a trail along his cheek.
His hands clenched around his phone, mashing the button to delete the message.
But it still did nothing to delete the feeling in his heart.
His knees gave out from under him. He couldn't stand. He could just feel the ripping sensation in his heart.
He'd bourne pain before. Physical pain most people couldn't even comprehend.
But never this level of emotional pain. Ever.
Even when his mom died, the amount of pain wasn't this bad.
His heart felt like it physically hurt with each beat.
He couldn't stop himself.
His mind shattered completely.
A small part of it knew it was irrational. That it was utterly stupid, and that it would only cause more trouble and problems.
But he couldn't stop.
He lay back after the deed was done, staring at the ribbons of scarlet.
As his mind hazed into oblivion, he closed his eyes.
And the last thing he saw was Yamamoto's brilliant smile.