» epilogue

                                    

                                          

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» 4 years later
                          
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daily routine; pluck daisy petals, stare at the cursive on his wrist, curse fate for his unreturned heart.
                          
"he loves me. he loves me not. "
                          
the last petal escaped his trembling fingers, just as the first tear found its way out of his eye sockets. oikawa wants to scream, to burn the inky curse implemented on him since birth but he mustn't lose his calm. his fingers ache yet he plucks another daisy from the once flowery, now almost barren field.
                          
he isn't over iwaizumi yet. it was painfully obvious.
                          
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" my soulmate... she... "
                          
" it's been four years since you last called, iwa-chan."
                          
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they talk over warm coffee on a freezing winter's morning; mid-december.
                          
joyful children were out on the streets, singing christmas carols in those energetic voice of their's. couples, soulmates, were holding hands, indulging in each other's warmth that's in contrast to the cold snowflakes.
                          
iwaizumi didn't have anyone to hold hands with; she painted her lungs black; she inhales and regrets. neither did oikawa, she went after the prince she couldn't find in him.
                          
iwaizumi's heartstrings are ripped, so he calls oikawa on saturday night, at 3am, hoping that oikawa would provide him with red thread and needles to sew his heart back together again.
                          
oikawa doesn't offer red thread and needles, no, he ran out, instead, he offers alcohol and intimacy. 
                          
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iwaizumi and oikawa were lonely individuals.
                          
( so they relied on each other to keep warm through harsh winter. )
                          
its 1am, their bodies were tangled underneath the layers of blankets and pillows; it was cold- oikawa's heater malfunctioned. but it's okay, it's okay because they have artificial warmth; they have each other.
                          
and so tooru, at 4am, decides that even if there were no strings attached, no ink to bond their hearts, hajime's warmth; devoid of love, dripping with plastic passion, is nonetheless enough to satisfy.
                          
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a/n ;
                          
yes, im ending this off with my children having a friends-with-benefits kind of relationship; bc nothing is cuter than both sides lacking the capacity, or rather, willingness to love after going through a ton of bullshit so they just bAnGBANGBANG !! 
                          
jk no theres a deeper way to analyse this but :') im lazy
                          
btw ;; happy valentine's day !!
                          
! ah, ink is now completed; i'm so grateful for all the support yall have blessed me with :') hell, i never thought my first fic would be this successful. 470+ reads may not seem like alot, but for me, it's a huge milestone and just,, , thank yall readers sm and ily ♡
                          
rlly hope you enjoyed omg;
- love, sharon ( ˘ ³˘)💞