Okay- shit gets real from here on now.

-Sam

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Hinata chuckled, wiping away his tears as he stood on the roof of the building "Heh..I guess I'm the one that's leaving...I'm sorry Kageyama, Suga, Natsu- I'm sorry everyone f-for bei-being-ng su-such a-a-a d-disap-pointment" He sobbed to himself as he shakily took off his shoes and placed them by his school bag, leaving a note beneath them before standing up on the railing and getting ready to jump.

He took one last look at the world, letting his tears fall as he closed his eyes and smiled, letting go of the railing and falling.

Hinata didn't know what it was that made this feel so relieving. Whether it was the wind hitting his face, weaving through his hair and inflating his clothes, the silence that followed the fall or even the idea of finally freeing the world of himself. He didn't care which it was, he just knew that he loved it.

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Kageyama raced through the streets, tears steaming down his cheeks. He didn't look where he was going, he didn't listen to anyone- he just ran.

Once he was there he knocked on the door, obviously not getting an answer 'Shit!' He then lifted up the door matt and took the key, his hands shaking like mad as he used the key to unlock and open the door.

Kageyama shut the door behind himself before rushing up to Hinatas bathroom to see if he was there..to see if he could stop him. "H-HINATA?!" he called out as he continued to search the house until reaching Hinatas room, hesitantly opening the door just to see it the cleanest it's ever been.

He walked in, spotting a pile of several letters addressed to different people then stopped in his tracks. Several thoughts rushed through Kageyamas mind as he looked at them, slowly edging towards the desk and picking the first one on the pile up which had 'Kageyama' written on it in Hinatas handwriting.

The tall boy hadn't even opened it yet and tears had already started to build up in his eyes. It took his a few minuets of looking at the letter before he could being himself to open it and read what was inside.

He couldn't..he couldn't read it..Hinata he- 'no. He can't be. But why else would he of written these? Let's face it...you're too late' he tried to convince him he didn't need to read these, but he already felt something missing inside of him, a big part of his life- just gone.

So he did.
He unfolded the paper and started reading.