“pick up,” you whispered softly into the phone. the soft brightness made your eyes squint, trying to wipe stray tear stains away, “fuck, tooru, pick up the phone.”
a dry laugh pressed through your lips, voicemail.
“hey, um,” your voice feigned worry while anger bubbled its way to the back of your throat. “i just… wanted to call and say i love you.” you managed. your hand clutched tightly around the device, back pressed against the chair. a waiter avoided eye contact with you while passing you, disappearing to the kitchen. embarrassment made your stomach bubble.
“i miss you-um, get home safe.” the copper taste of blood pooled in your mouth after breaking the thin skin of the inside of your lip out of rage. “i’ll make sure to do the same.”
the feelings felt overwhelming, piling over on top of each other until you could burst, “call me when you wake up in the morning,” you hummed softly, “happy anniversary.”
your phone slammed onto the table faster than you’d like to admit, balling your fists together, “dickhead,” anger fell out with your sighs, replaced with disappointment. he always does this.
“from the chef,” the waiter from earlier handed you a plate, “on the house,” he added pitifully.
you smiled up at him, “what’s his name?”
“satori tendou.”
“tell tendou i said thank you,” you nodded. three chocolate covered strawberries sat in front of you, but if you were being honest, you felt like you could vomit.
“he’s not worth it, whoever you’re crying over,” the waiter shook his head, “just a thought.”
you sighed, because you knew he wasn’t worth this. but anyone would’ve been so lucky to end up with oikawa tooru himself.
so why weren’t you?
– to the first boy i loved, i can’t let go. oikawa tooru
(join my server!)
