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It was quiet. In the dark abyss of the room, the light of the small television screen flickered, and a long forgotten film played without any sounds. The curtains which would’ve been drawn by normal and sane people, were left pulled open like they had been during the day. This meant that rays of street lights peaked through the curtains and onto the floor of the room. Beside the king single bed in the room, there was a bedside table. On top of that bedside table laid a phone. The phone’s light was radiating on the brightest screen setting and notes of strummed guitars, and piano, in the form of lofi hip hop genre music, played softly. On her bed, [Name] laid on her back as she stared at the ceiling of her dark room with wide eyes. Her arms were settled on her stomach and her fingers were interwoven together.

She looked like a dead body in a coffin whom’s eyes were open and uncomfortable and creepy to stare at.

Her friend, Oikawa Tooru, laid beside her. He laid on his left side, facing her. His left arm was underneath his head, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was even. He was in perfect tranquility, finding solace in the peace which surrounded them. He was the exact opposite to how the female beside him felt.

For the next few moments, they laid still in silence as they had been so far. Then, the silence seemed to be shattered without any words or the introduction of any new sounds. All it took for the silence to disappear was a glance.

Momentarily, [Name]’s eyes flickered towards Oikawa before they shifted back to the ceiling above their heads.

Oikawa’s eyes snapped open and became fixated on [Name] in an intense gaze.

She ignored his gaze.

For the next few moments, they stayed like that; Oikawa stared at [Name], and she stared at the ceiling above their heads.

It was silent, literally, because nothing was said or being done. However, both of them knew that since her mere glance, silence had fled from their fingertips and now, it was merely a fleeting dream.

Their eyes spoke in the lengths of millions. But, when it came down to it, it was summarized in a few words.

“[Name]?” Oikawa said.

The [h/c] female did not fail to notice how there was no suffix attached to her name; or the fact that his voice was deep and calming instead of his usual awfully cheery one. The best way to describe it was that if the saying ‘the calm before the storm’ had a certain note or a pitch attached to it, his voice in the moment, would be it.

[Name] knew that there was no use in dancing around the truth. After all, Oikawa was disgustingly observant.

So, she did what they always did when they were alone together; let it loose, and speak only the truth.

“Is it worth it, Tooru?” [Name] asked, her voice etched with desperation.

Oikawa did not need to think twice about his answer. Gently, he slid his right hand along [Name]’s left arm, before he grasped her hand with his.

He intertwined their fingers together and squeezed her hand softly in reassurance.

“Yes,” Oikawa said simply, causing a bitter-sweet smile to appear on [Name]’s lips.

[Name] tightened her grip on Oikawa’s hand, knowing with certainty that as long she had him, she would be fine.

“Thank you,” She said, and the silence commenced once again. Only this time, it was a serene solace for them both.