[HQS] Oikawa Tooru
Every time I close my eyes
Oh, I always see those eyes,
So, I wanted to forget.
Her hands grip his arm tightly, unwilling to let go
Tooru doesn't look back. He stares downwards, the shiny tiles of the airport reflects back his face albeit slightly distorted. He doesn't move, instead stays put with his arm tense in her hold.
Calmly, he speaks, his gaze unrelenting in his own eyes. "Let go."
"Don't do this to me..." the sound of muffled sobs fills the silence between them. "please."
He looks up, but he doesn't look back. Instead, stares at the departure line.
He needs to do this. He shouldn't look back. He shouldn't think twice.
He's dead set on his goal; to be the best.
He, once again, speaks but more assertively. "Let go, [Name].
Of what should have been,
Of what we could have been,
Of what I should have done,
Of what you couldn't,
"Stop holding me back."