what disease did, bokuto have in another lifea father to his son poem figure of speech

Akaashi furrowed his brow and looked outside, away from Bokuto. Bokuto gathered the navy blue blanket in his arms, and cautiously threw it around his shoulders. "Bokuto," he whispered. Over the span of the six days, Akaashi found that the only things Bokuto could manage to swallow were small snacks, like grapes, ice cubes, and Pocky Sticks that were specifically strawberry flavored. I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. He was waiting for Kenma, but Akaashi wondered why he hadn't waited for him in the seat that he was initially sitting in. Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. He could still remember the small details, like how Bokuto's starry shirt would slip off his shoulder every so often when he stirred in bed, and how the feel of Bokuto's weight on him would take his breath away. He sighed. Again, thank you! Two hours had passed since their last words towards each other, yet Akaashi still lay awake in bed. Bokuto was the first to notice this, but had also been the last to say anything about it. Akaashi could still feel the sensation of his wild white and black hair brushing against his cheek whenever he moved, and the warmth that came from him as he held him close. For example, I've actually never cried over a manga/anime/book because that's just how I am, but I still say that I cried because that's how I felt at the time even though I didn't literally and physically cry. My face was the only thing sticking out." Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. "It's not a hallucination, Bokuto. He kept his breathing controlled and steady for about forty minutes; he looked sound asleep, but was actually drifting between the real world and the dream realm. Realizing this, Akaashi decided to take action instead and reach out to comfort him, but not even this he could do. He sighed his response with a grin. "I didn't Want you to leave. Out in the dead of night stood Bokuto, with the burgundy knit scarf around his neck, a jacket, jeans, and slippers. Bokuto's head lolled to the side, directing his attention back to the movie. A light hearted laugh bubbled out from deep within his chest, and the sound filled the room as soon as it hit the air. I would have Kenma say bye, too, but-" He turned his head to look around, "He left the room? "Yeah, but for all the wrong reasons." His eyes read. What is it?" as well as He's sick. No!" 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. "Anything but," Bokuto retorted, sitting upright in bed. The way his lips curled at the corners, the way his eyes squinted just enough so that only a glint of green could be seen. In another life.". If you watched Haikyuu, and anime, I would definitely recommend this ebook. He slowly lowered his head and folded his arms. "The movie kept me company. Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. 1) the most possible explanation - it was a dream, and it was all in Akaashi's head. He seemed to be unfazed by many things, and blatant about others, blurting sentences out that didn't seem to have much thought behind them. He swallowed thick, and turned his head to stare out the window again. I am still crying. No one was around." The night sky had suddenly become a pale blue, and the warm orange glow of the sun slowly spread across the horizon. Why did he want to know his name? He stared at the ceiling. Akaashi cocked his head back to demonstrate this, with his finger tapping his chin. "Why did you stop so suddenly? He smiled down at him. "Three words? His eyes were half-lidded and glued to the screen, his face void of emotion. What?" He held onto the IV stand with one hand and Akaashi's hand with his other as he hobbled over to the window. Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. i mean, i felt sad sure but I didn't really get the last few parts, like was it a dream, was Akaashi having a hallucination, did he die from a broken heart and that was like a vision of some of his best moments with Bokuto, etc. He jogged downstairs, slipped his shoes on, and was out the door in seconds, making his way down the familiar route to the hospital. "This is Akaashi. He kept himself against Bokuto and held onto him with what little strength he had left in him. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. Bokuto would lay still for quite a while, his head tilted to the side with one hand on his stomach, and the other at his side. Akaashi didn't want to bring up the fact that Bokuto probably would no longer possess the ability to walk by the time any snow did get a chance to fall, so he kept his mouth shut. Relaxing his head against the crook of Bokuto's neck, Akaashi blinked wearily and stared off into the distance. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. I've just got something to take care of, but I'll be sure to visit you tomorrow.". As if straight from a cartoon, out popped a tall male from Bokuto's room, with stark black hair that both hung over his face and stuck out in all directions. Bokuto and Kuroo continued to talk animatedly, the both of them out of earshot. Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. He spoke with a small woman there, and after several minutes had passed, Akaashi backed away from the desk, some sheets of paper in hand. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. As Akaashi said this, he held out an arm, as if readying himself for some sort of hug. He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. It made Akaashi pity him, to say the least. His hand wobbled so much that it was impossible to decipher which letters he was hitting. He pushed his negative thoughts aside and sat himself down in bed, right next to Bokuto. Akaashi closed his eyes and sighed, swaying absentmindedly in his step, opening his eyes just in time to swiftly avoid colliding with someone. It doesn't make any sense.". "I'm already in Death row. They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. He then reached out and took hold of Bokuto's arm to help him back to the bed. Akaashi knew that running probably wasn't the best thing that he should have been doing, but he said nothing about it. Akaashi reached his arms out and pushed Bokuto away. His quiet chuckle was louder than Bokuto's wholehearted laugh. I may not be as sharp as I used to, but that whole 'Time flies when you're having fun,' rule still applies to me, even today.". He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . I can't Sl..eep. please dont make this flop i has to rearead EVERYTHING just so that i could be in the "feels" making this video. Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. Still, he continued to talk. His body jerked with each sob that was torn from him, his frame curling to bring himself closer. "No you haven't. Bokuto kept silent. Seeing this display unfold before him, Akaashi could barely think. Looking up at Akaashi with eager eyes, as if he'd been asked the question out of his own free will, Bokuto gladly answered. But that still doesn't make me a better person. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. You? It wasn't until Akaashi looked up from his laptop screen that he realized it was snowing heavily outside. I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. He watched Bokuto with a wary gaze, unaware of what he was to say next. The stranger could have been a patient at the hospital for all Akaashi knew, and the last thing he needed was a sickly acquaintance to add to his already short list of friends. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. "It isn't." "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. "I hope you don't mind me sleeping." He turned around. He entered his number swiftly, and then handed the phone to Bokuto, the name section empty. At some time while Akaashi was spacing out, the blue blanket that surrounded Bokuto had been pulled up just below his chin, with only his arm hanging out to hold onto Akaashi's hand. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. Watching as Bokuto ran forward, Akaashi set the ball perfectly. You're probably just not an emotional person, and that's ok. "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. Akaashi managed to say, staring out into the distance. "Watch it." masked singer uk season 1 reveals . ", Bokuto glanced at him. There anymore? He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. Shut him out, don't let him in. Akaashi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitting together as his brow creased. Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers. lamar county tx property search 2 via de boleto Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a mental health condition. Bokuto mouthed an "Okay," before backing up several steps. Ten degrees outside.". "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. Akaashi frowned deeply. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. But Akaashi knew that this wasn't the case. Bokuto has round, golden-colored eyes and spiky white-grey hair with black streaks; certain sections of it are done up as if to vaguely conform to that of an animal, strongly amplifying the uncanny resemblance he bears to a horned owl. It felt strange, not falling asleep against Bokuto's body, but Akaashi knew that he would have to get used to this form of sleeping by his lonesome once again. "I wanted to do s-so many things". Very happy to have met you. He figured he would tell his parents that the people in the hospital were too occupied with everything else to tend to him. Bokuto lay there glass-eyed, his welled up tears glinting in the dim lighting of the room. His eyes widened as much as they could. I didn't cry either I just assumed it was a dreamwhich i really hope it wasotherwise id be so sad, oop i thought it was like, he died and that was the vision he had before dying/was their afterlife. He continued to stare on as he talked. He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. "It doesn't matter if you've never met Bokuto before, or if you haven't seen him in ten days, or ten weeks, or ten months, or ten years. "How are you feeling, Koutarou?". "I see." Then I'll have to walk you to the hospital before the doctors find out you're missing and lose their minds. Bokuto had his head turned away. He wanted to know if it was real or not. He expected to hear a whine of resistance from him, but instead received nothing. They had a strange relationship, to say the least. "Sure." I never meant to drag you into my life". So much so that his hands trembled slightly whenever he'd push Akaashi's bangs away. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. He only bundled himself up in the sheets that surrounded him. He faked a smile. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. "You can sit anywhere." You sleep if you want to. Akaashi sat in bed and wrapped a sheet around himself. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". I am, now.". This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! Akaashi's chortling had been dragged out for a few seconds longer before he, too, quieted down. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. ", "I am. He didn't want to. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and kept his breathing quiet. "Drowning in something black, sort of like tar. No one was bothered by him, so there he stood. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. He was redirecting the pain. ", Akaashi looked down. He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. This did not faze him, however, as Bokuto only closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the burn of the winter air to fill his lungs. He inhaled audibly, and Akaashi could hear a scratching sound. In dismay, Bokuto sat up in bed and slowly reached around his neck to pull off the warm piece of cloth. Bokuto reached up a cold, frail hand to wipe at the mess that was his face. Without hesitation, he ran across the court to retrieve the ball. "And my hallucinations aren't all that bad. "I understand, but I still have to go." He swallowed thickly. "You're sick, you need medical attention. This story is a heart wrenching major character death story. Akaashi watched as the screen went to black, and it was then that he placed the phone back on his nightstand, choosing to ignore the message. He kept his eyes on the screen. Akaashi literally found nothing special about Bokuto. This was their unspoken communication. Create an account to follow your favorite communities and start taking part in conversations. I can.. B-arely speak. He was happy that he'd admitted those words. Looking away slowly, Akaashi watched as Bokuto and Kuroo reappeared in the distance. It was frustrating, it was infuriating, and it was overall saddening, but Akaashi could not show any of this. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. At first, Akaashi thought nothing of it. Bokuto reached a hand out, aimlessly trying to swat Akaashi's own hand away. He blinked weakly and slid his fingers down the sides of his phone, a sign of weariness that he could not disobey. He was much like Akaashi, sitting on the same side of the bed, a good distance apart from his visitor. He found he had nothing more to say. But then he spoke up again. Or maybe January? "Ha! I read 5 sad hq ff cz I'm a broken idiot and the galaxy is endless and in another life hurt me on such a deep level. He was slow to speak up again, but did either way. "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. ", Bokuto pulled away to face his smirking friend. He watched as Kuroo walked away, far enough for small details to become blurred. Bokuto chortled quietly and placed his head back on Akaashi's shoulder. 75. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. I'm taking you back." On occasion, one or two would land on him, and he would draw his hand in quickly to try and see if he could make out the small pattern on them. Akaashi lifted his head and looked to his side. Bokuto's disembodied laughter rang throughout the garden, as if to prove Kenma right. That had been the fifth time that month where Akaashi had to tear himself out of another nightmare. Bokuto refused to budge. Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. Many words dashed through his mind, but he could only think of three that would be best for him to say to Akaashi. "Insomnia." Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. In another life. His voice was hushed, gentle. He almost portrayed the behaviors of a child, sticking to an activity and refusing to let it up, repeating whatever he was up to without having anyone to tell him to stop. Akaashi sat cross legged in the seat adjacent to Bokuto's bed. "What? Akaashi turned away and frowned. "Well, you're laughing now" He tried to hide his smile. On the numbingly cold day that was January 3rd, at 8:04 PM, snow had fallen for the first time that year. His voice was solemn. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. He pulled out a phone, and to Akaashi's dread, he asked for his phone number. Akaashi turned to catch a glimpse of him, but he stared off in the distance, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular. Surely enough, snow was falling, and in chunks too, but this did not grasp Bokuto's attention. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". Blinking, Akaashi turned his attention back to Kuroo and Bokuto. [Yeah! He wouldn't show this, but Kuroo's words had hit him harder than he could ever imagine. Bokuto replied, lifting his head. What normally would have pained someone to say, he delivered with ease, and with that same grin to boot. So i havent seen ppl talking about this so i m guessing i m the only one who thinks this and its prolly CRAZY but HEAR ME OUT i think akaashi is now have same disease as bokuto and first he coulndt fell asleep and now he is also seeing hallucinations and prolly he will also die like bokuto but the diffrence being he was there for bokuto but sadly there will be no one by his side and he will die alone but surely with a smile on his face cause he can finally meet bokuto in after life. "Fine by me! The bright light caused him to squint as he read the message. Statistics Chart "My parents are out for a month," he'd unconsciously said, causing Bokuto to go into a begging frenzy to stay over until Akaashi said yes. "Alright" He closed his eyes. Despite this, Akaashi did not miss the look of slight nervousness that claimed Bokuto's features. Mustering a weak nod, Bokuto's lips curled at the sides just a bit more. He pushed Akaashi back this time. Unnerved, he spoke up again. "Keep in touch, Akaashi.". So they don't mind. "Just breathe with me.". He didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do or say, but as he searched for the right words to speak, or the right thing to do, Akaashi found himself doing something he didn't expect of himself. "Hello. He grinned from ear to ear. His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. Akaashi stepped in and shut the door behind him. I was in tears for most of the hours it took me to read it, and when I finished, I legitimately sobbed so hard I woke up sick the next morning. Kuroo leaned forward and joined his hands together. It hurt him to think that Bokuto had barely even experienced the joys of a young adult's life before that crippling disease had taken a hold of him. Maybe taking him outside for a while would do him some good. Akaashi's eyebrows knit together.

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