❝ i'm going to miss you. ❞
〘 ＨＩＧＨ ✩ ＳＰＥＥＤ! 〙—
& it’s those few words that really seem to hit him — the feeling of a lump in his throat forms quickly, breaths shaken as extremities do the same. The swimmer’s vision is unclear, now, a subtle chatter of teeth as the corners of tiers descent to a genuine frown.
How many years had the two spent together ? Not as a duo, but the group of friends altogether. Of course, friendship is measured by length— how long you’ve known someone, however, thinking back on it, the best years of Hazuki’s life were spent with Makoto, Haruka, and later, Rei.
But now Haruka and Makoto are leaving— a parting that is oh so bittersweet as the blond is quick to wrap the elder in an embrace, audible sobbing as digits clutched at the material of the pale orange tee.
It hurts to say goodbye— he’s aware it’s for his future, of course, and that he won’t be alone anymore even with the two gone, it still hurts to say farewell to such a big part of your life—
— to such an inspiration.
A shaken breath as appendages fall parallel to the teen’s sides, a shaken, choppy sentence muttered through hiccups and wavering breaths.
❝ I— I’ll miss you too, Mako-chan — ! ❞
