Their relationship was based on fragments. Little, broken pieces of glass that continually morphed together to make something. As she lays here and wishes for a slow and peaceful death, she begins to piece together those shards and make them into something beautiful.
"You." The word is simple and easy and has probably been spoken a thousand times over. Such a silly word, and yet when it's spoken by him, the world seems to stop spinning for a moment and everything halts.
She cannot say anything in reply. She can only breathe and pretend that this is a normal thing that's happening even though it's far from. She blinks and looks him straight in the eyes because Minako is not a coward, and she would look death in the eyes if need-be.
"Never mind." He shakes his head and pretends the thoughts that are now running wild in there, have stopped. She has barely even scratched the surface of what is truly terrifying. She doesn't know. None of them really know.
Shinjiro leaves the hospital.
(a/n: my abuse of line breaks is almost funny. Planning on actually updating this one, instead of leaving it unfinished like pretty much everything else I do. hope you continue to read/review/enjoy/feel lukewarm about! constructive criticism is always welcome and appreciated! thank you for reading~