A/N: And this is the final part of my mini drabbles. Enjoy!
Killing me softly, I don't think I ever truly felt lost until I almost lost him.
Kuma sure did a number on him, but it's okay, we're survivors.
He's survived worse and he will survive this. I just have to keep believing.
Slowly day by day we live and breathe, I choke on these feelings inside me.
I try but it doesn't even matter how hard I try because in the end he finds out anyways.
"We're nakama." His words, not mine, but I agree anyways.
"We can't risk that." Yes, true and that's why I never said anything. Stupid Marimo, if only he wasn't so perceptive.
I take a shaky inhale of my cigarette.
God, when did things get so weird? It's stupid how I already anticipated this answer but it still cuts me like a knife. Turns out I still held out some hope for the dumb bastard.
He hesitates. "We're okay?"
"Yeah." I whisper back.
If only I believed that too.
It's okay though. I've survived and I will continue surviving. This is just a minor problem.
I try to convince myself of this. Surviving never seemed so daunting.
fin
A/N: A more melancholy piece that I decided to do. Hopefully you guys liked it anyways. :)
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