𝓚enma ౨ ৎ

You and Kenma have been separated for 3 months. You missed him deeply because you felt a clear regret for not having him by your side, but you were the one who ended things, so you felt stupid for missing him when you were the one who ended the relationship.

One night at a party, you went dressed in your best clothes, determined to charm someone else and forget that blond boy with golden eyes. When you arrived, you spent a lot of time with your friends, rejecting every flirtatious person who tried to approach you. Yes, you still hadn't forgotten Kenma, and you weren't ready to. You drank heavily, trying to numb the pain in your chest, but when you were completely drunk, you grabbed your phone and searched for Kenma's contact. You only typed short, hard-to-decipher messages; it was as if you were typing with your feet. You wrote: kenrmaaaaaaaaa vueivoamos porfavor te egraño mugo perfofnadome pirrgavorrrrrrrr. Kenma, upon receiving the message, felt a tightness in his chest and typed: ¿dónde estás? - already preparing to go out and look for you. You wrote down the address and went to the back garden of the house with a glass in your hands and some tears coming out of your eyes.