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It’s okay You don’t have to apologize I should be the one saying sorry I’m annoying Even when I’m trying my best I’m just not good enough I’m never good enough I can’t be a good friend I’m horribly oblivious You can hate me I won’t blame you for that In fact I hate myself Sorry you have to put up with me
And I've come to realize that no matter how hard I tried no matter how loud I screamed no matter how far I ran I will never reach you
Is it okay to give up now
My dream
Teacher: What do you want to be in the future?
Friend: A doctor
Friend: An astronaut
Friend: To end world hunger
Me: Dead
Teacher: ....
Everyone: ....
Me: ...preferably anytime soon
me : *opens google docs and rubs my hand* LETS DO THIS also me : *stares at the google docs , head empty*
Dearest Disappointment
The fear of being forgotten,
Being forgotten,
Is that the worst?
Constantly seeking his approval,
Doesn’t disappointment hurt?
The far too frequent shortage,
Of his spoken words.
I’ve cried,
Pleaded,
And screamed.
Why haven’t I been heard?
Maybe,
Just maybe,
I’m not of his “daughters” worth,
Perhaps,
It’s a living nightmare.
Or an unforgiving curse.
Being abandoned,
By one’s father,
Whom,
Guides their child about our Earth.
Was left to be alone.
Since,
All she was,
Was lonely.
Loneliness was left to be only hers.
- (d.n.k)
~They said they'd call me back. So here I sit, phone plugged in, anxiously waiting as hours tick by. When the birds began their morning song, I knew they had forgotten me again.~
-a poem of a new kind
I have to admit, at first being in love was the most amazing feeling, it was like being high, without the crash. It was a constant rush. But then someone else came along, & all of a sudden I was second best, a second fucking choice, called on whenever things went wrong between them. And then one day, out of fucking nowhere, I stopped getting calls, messages, & when I made the effort, I was ignored. Cut off. Just like that. Like I never meant anything. I’d been forgotten. And here I sit, ignored, forgotten, broken, & still very much in love…
┄ DO I KNOW YOU?
➥ Izuku Midoriya x f!reader
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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➥ disclaimers/warnings: amnesia, hospitals (idk if this need to be a warning or not)
➥ word count: 1.1k
It wasn't meant to go this way, but it did. And there was no way anyone could fix it this time. The boy that you spent over 8 years loving was gone and there was no guarantee I would ever get him back.
"Hey Y/N I've gotta go, there's a villain in the city and I was just called in." The greenette called out as he slipped into his hero costume.
After his years at U.A He had finally managed to work his way up to being the number 1 hero, and you couldn't be any prouder of the boy. After all you had been with him through most of it.
You were the one who kept him going, but you didn't know that until he had proposed to you 2 years ago.
"Alright, be safe love." By now Izuku was fully suited up. You walked over to him and engulfed the man into a tight hug.
"I know, I will love." He said, and gently placed a loving kiss on the top of your head.
You both smiled at each other before he walked out of the door. Of course you had full confidence that he would be okay, but something in your gut was telling you otherwise.
You felt like something was going to go wrong.
You merely brushed the feeling off and started to work on the papers that you still needed to finish before your business deadline.
Sighing and you leaned back in your chair, you took a mental break. It had been over 3 hours since Izuku left, usually he was able to get things like this handled in under an hour, maybe an hour and a half. But this was new, and it was making you nervous.
That feeling that you had earlier began to creep it's way back into your head, but this time it was harder to ignore.
"No, he's fine. He's dealt with something worse than a simple villain on the street. He is fine.
After taking some time to reassure yourself and sort through you thought, a buzz interrupted you.
You moved to pick up your phone, looking at the unknown number you almost didn't pick up, but something in your gut once again told you otherwise.
"Hello, is this Mrs. Midoriya?" A females voice sounded form the other end.
"Yes, this is. May I know who is asking?" My eyebrows were slightly furrowed in confusion.
"This is the Hosu City Hospital. We are calling to let you know that your husband Izuku Midoriya has been in an accident. He is currently in stable condition, but he is currently asleep." Her voice remained calm on the line.
I was the opposite. My heart was beating again my rib cage, my brain was thinking a mile per minute. I was frozen.
"Ma'am? Are you alright? I know this may be a lot to process, but you need to stay calm, like I said he is going to be alright. I promise you." Her voice was different than it was earlier, it was softer as she tried to comfort me over the call.
I let out a shaky breath, "Yes I'm alright, thank you." I politely said before ending the call and gathering a coat, my phone, and the car keys.
I needed to see him.
Please be okay. Please be okay. God, please, please, please be okay.
You ran through the hospital department after being directed by the receptionist at the nurse's station. Everything was blurry in your teary eyes. Everything was white and made of steel and smelled like antiseptic alcohol; your nose was burning from it. Your heart was burning from the blood pumping through your body on an adrenaline high. Your lungs were burning as you tried to find the air to breathe.
After running through the bright white hallway, you finally made it to the room you were looking for. The heavy wooden door was closed, and you were scared of what you were going to see behind it. You lifter you hand to the handle, and released a breath before you pushed the door open.
Izuku was laying in a white hospital bed that was slightly upright. His eyes were closed with a bright white wound dressing wrapped around his head. His hair look just as messy as it usually did. His chest rose and fell with calm breaths, just the sight of him breathing gave you a small sense of relief.
"Izuku...." You quietly dragged the single chair in the room next to his bedside, trying not to let your face fall anymore than it already was as you shakily reached for his hand with both of yours. You laced his fingers with yours, almost afraid you were squeezing too hard, and intertwined your fingers with his.
You brought his hand up to your lips and gave it a small kiss, you knew he was going to wake up. Many different people had told you, but you were still so scared you were going to lose him. He was your other half, he completed you. And if he left, you would only be left as a shell as your former self.
Without realizing it, tears had fallen from your eyes, you closed your eyes hoping to get any kind of escape from the nightmare you were forced to call a reality.
A few hours later, you woke up with a sore back, slumped over in your chair and still holding onto Izuku's hand. You lifted your head from the side of his bed and looked up only to see him staring back at you.
Hope spread like little butterflies is your chest, "Izuku..?"
He was looking right into your E/C eyes with his beautiful green ones, you had always loved his eyes. They were your favorite part of him, they always showed what he was feeling, happiness, determination, sadness. But right now, you really wanted to look anywhere but his eyes, but they no longer looked like they held the love had had for you in his eyes anymore. No, now they were dull.
"Izuku?" You voice was small, the air that surrounded the both you was so thick and cold, that it gave you goosebumps.
Usually when you were anywhere near the man, you felt warm and fuzzy. But now you were cold and scared, he was so close to you, but at the same time nowhere near you.
"Do I know you?"
And you were right. He wasn't anywhere near you.
Because he had forgotten you.
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But what happens when they leave you more brokenhearted then before? Tell me what happens then?
Alone...
I discovered a photograph in my wallet, it was shoved in there with a few other things from years ago. I was about 13 or so, my brother and sister (both older than me) were in the front. It was taken in one of those photo booths at the mall. They had their heads together and in the opening between their neck and shoulders you could see my chin and mouth. I remember that moment. My mouth had a smile. But I remember their heads coming in front of mine. Forgotten I was there. The little sister.... It bothered me then but I had gotten used to it. They aged earlier than I did, so I lost my playmates early, they hung on tight together. I used to beg them to play with me, do things with me, but they wouldn't. I had always wished the roles would switch because I would always play with my little siblings, I'd take care of them because I know how important it was. But we're not kids anymore and once I got older, they noticed me because they had too, but that same distance is between us. I'm still the one standing alone. It's what I've become used to and it's what they still do not understand. But what I've learned is how important one person can be, I didn't have friends then either so siblings was all I had. I didn't get that after while either. One day I will have a family of my own, and if I have children which I most likely will, that is one of the major lessons I will teach them. To have empathy, kindness, compassion, understanding for their siblings and anyone else that comes in their path. As the last thing I want them to feel is this...alone.
Sequoia Red (via Sequoia Red)
(Maybe Spamton made it himself...)
Fallen Angel
Long forgotten, filled with memories of a better time.
Burn the old ... let in the new ... ciaociao 2020