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It’s cold. The shake is cold, the room is cold.
Tsumugi could still taste the sweetness of the beverage dripping from his mouth, the purple liquid trickled down to his lips. The ice of the shake had melted away in his mouth but it’s cool never went with it, creating an uncomfortable contrast in his mouth.
He’s been wailing out his pain, he could feel the tears stream down his eyes as his throat ran dry and stretched, out of pleas. The once beautiful song of a bluebird was ruined by the violet that made his voice raspy, partially from it’s coldness but mostly from his begging for company.
His fingers gave up on trying to reach for false relief, a hand that would hold him, or something he can push himself off with. They grew tired and ached as the liquid turned dried with the air, making his hand sticky.
The weight of dried sweet drinks on his hand shouldn’t have been too much, but the rest of the drink had covered his body, carving him inside out and coating his sensitive skin with a weighted sensation.
Which furthermore made him want to cry, it slowly felt warm against his skin, but it did not help and change the fact that he was slowly going cold, it wouldn’t matter soon.
Goosebumps crawled up his spine, knowing his mind has only so little time left as he heard his voice, Natsume’s voice. Banging on the door, he realized there was no use, Tsumugi won’t open up; even if his hoarse throat was sobbing for Natsume, sobbing out his name like a prayer to a god in desperate times.
It was desperate, he was dying.
The redhead shouts a warning “Senpai, I’m coming inside!” The door was flung open, revealing to the younger the sight of his disheveled bluebird. Body covered by the purple drink that ate at his skin, it’s stickiness crawling up his neck.
The room was covered by the drink as well, the scene was something out of a horror movie, but was that not what he was living in now? A tragic horror story where he loses the person he wished he could have saved?
Tsumugi’s dull eyes flicked up to Natsume as he laughed idly “Oh.. Natsume.. you’re here…Oh I think death has finally.. torn us apart hm?” he would have strangled him, insulted him, he would have said something or moved, that’s the least he can do as a human being. Yet his muscles worked against him today, trembling with his voice.
“Who did this to you?”
“Natsume-chan… I’m so sorry..” Tsumugi ignored him, smiling, he hated how warm and cold he felt at the same time, he hated how heavy his chest: with guilt or due to the lack of circulation? Well, that was something he could not tell.
“I’m such a bad example hm..? Giving up on my life in front of my kohai…” He chuckled, as Natsume begged for him to stop, to stay alive for him, frantically calling at emergency departments, 911, any hospital, any person!
“Natsume..” Tsumugi managed to raise his hand, taking a hold of the redhead’s. He smiled, like he didn’t mind, he gave up. “I’ll be taking my leave now okay?”
The light in his eyes flickered away, his feet stopped twitching uncomfortably, his breathing slowed to nothing.
He was gone.
He was gone. Natsume repeats, a blood curdling shout released from his throat as he laments, sobbed to the loss.
He was grimaced.