I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share...

But what did you do with my heart?

Chronostasis sat by the dark, by the window. The luminescence glow of the moon gracefully lit the window by his side. He wasn't waiting for anyone in particular, he just feel like looking down the window... Oh who was he kidding? He was waiting for her. Waiting for her to come back, rekindle their relationship... But that would happen anytime soon, would it? Probably not. He would barge into your living quarters and let you apologize and perhaps rekindle your relationship... That is, if he knew where you went.

He yearns for your present, for your touch, your comfortable words... He yearns to kiss your lips again like that one time by the water fountain on your first date... His fingers felt empty because the spaces in between is where your's fit perfectly... The dent in his bed left a mark of you, but not the warmth you always gave off... He misses you. He just wants everything to come back like it used to be... Now gone, because you left.

You were the faint beat in his heart he never noticed. He never knew he'd be desperately missing you now that you're gone.

He sets his chin atop his palm, as his elbows rested on the ledge of the window as he watches the stars from above... Who would've thought something small like that would be bigger if you're near them? He recalled that one moment when he and Y/N decided to watch the stars... It was the night before the proposals, how could he forget?

How could he not forget about this moment, yet forgot about the ring? He was busy, of course. Y/N often supported him to become Capo and he tried to. He was just doing what Y/N wanted... He tried his best, and he wasn't enough. In the end, Y/N was unsatisfied with it... But was that really the reason why you left him?

But then again... It was all his fault... Why would he wait for you if he knew that you wouldn't want to associate with him anymore? Why was he the one waiting for an apology when it was he who broke your heart?

Day one of break up

You still haven't recovered from the events last night. The memory was far too trash in your head, as it kept replaying over and over, an endless loop that would stubbornly repeat itself despite your refusal and discomfort. The uncomfortable silence filled the room as your shaky sobs and strangled hiccups left your lips. Even if there were no tears left to cry, your nerves demanded for your release.

Your quivering figure stopped as a blanket was draped across your figure as you use your telepathic quirk. But tears were still streaming down your face. The little warmth of the blanket provided you comfort, but not enough comfort to heal your broken heart.

Everything reminds you of him and you had to take down everything. The white curtains, replaced. The white beddings, replaced. His favourite food, disposed. Everything that reminds you of him was all disposed and replaced... And you hoped that he as well will disappear from your mind.

Day five

Your favourite show was airing today. You were excited but it reminded you of him. You and Hari used to watch this as sixteen year olds. It was always a form of bonding between the two of you while watching this show... But now you couldn't bare to look at it.

Everything just reminds you of him.
Why's that? Majority of your life, you spent your time with him. Since childhood, through adolescence, and young adulthood. It was no surprise that everything you do reminds you of him. As much as you wanted to get back with him, no— you have made your decision. It was final. If he can't return the same love you gave him, you can't bother to do that anymore. You were emotionally drained because of him. You will get over him, you swore it.

Four days ago, Hari finally found the ring. The sight of it made his mind filled with grief. The ring was fastened around his ring finger, on his left hand... Like how you wore yours. Well, like how you used to wore yours. You ring was still in his pocket, he would never dare to lose it. As days hit him, he can't help but to crumble down as he felt lost, helpless without you.

Everything without you made his life unbearable. The bed feels empty when he wakes up, the sound of your humming was no longer heard... No more butterfly in his stomach whenever he sees you, no more thrill, no more fireworks, no more faint beats that resonated in his heart... All that was left was an empty void. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel...

Your scent lingered in your shared bedroom... Well, now that you're gone, it was now his bedroom. It was sad that it was now only his room. But anyways, your scent lingered stronger than it used to. The unbearable scent flooded his senses, as he desperately wished that you would come back... That won't happen any time soon, will it?

12 month later...

"Hello, I just wanna say that I'm your biggest fan and I admire your works!" A young teen gushed, nervously holding a copy of her favourite works. "You have no idea how you've helped me by writing this book. Because of you, I was able to get through my depression." 

You warmly smiled at her. "Com'ere youuu—" you didn't complete your sentence and instead hugged your darling fan.

After quitting the Yakuza, abandoning what was practically your family, after leaving your other half, your soulmate, you were set to the right path of an ambition you have set your heart on. An ambition you never dare to speak out of the Shiee Hassaikai, afraid to receive yet another set of degradation from your peers. When you left the Shiee Hassaikai, you started to work your way through literature.

"Thank you for being you... You have no idea how many lives you're improving just by writing..." Your brown haired fan gushed, after separating herself from you. "Ca-can you please sign my copy?"

"Of course!" You gladly took your personal pen from your pocket and reached for her book. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Ochako."

"Okay, Ochako dear," with a swift and precise hand movement. "Thank you for the support!" You closed her copy before handing it to her.

"Awesome! I'll see you around! Good bye!" She waves and runs off.

"Good bye!"

You were proud of where you were. The thought of finally fully moving on was the source of your pride. You felt free. The more you got out of the toxic hole, the more you realized there were a lot of fucked up shit that the Shiee Hassaikai has done.

You realized you were never free to express yourself without being smacked across the face by Overhaul or having no punishment for it whatsoever— all in front of Chromosome— or whatever the fuck Overwhore calls him— your so-called 'loving and doting and devoted' boyfriend. How they exploit a child to do their bidding, how it wasn't just a group of criminals but a cult. Ohhh, the things you can say, but it was just simply the tip of the iceberg.

You were glad you were out of it before you'd spiral downwards to the point of no return.

In a span of months, Kurono Hari became nothing but an empty void, following Chisaki around. Let me rephrase that, Chronostasis became nothing but an empty void following Overhaul around. The remaining hope and warmth in his eyes vanished. The small spark of hope was no longer in his senses as he attempted to vanish you completely from his mind, just like his hope that you will soon come back.

If that was what you wanted, with him finally not bothering you... He would accept that. Even if it hurts. A mere mention of your name from your former colleagues made his blood boil. How dare they speak about you in such way? In the end, they have a point. You really are a traitor by taking your side with them... Unknown to them, Chrono was to blame.

He still kept your ring, close to his heart. There was never a moment that he took off his ring. It was a reminder of his happiness, his failure. As much as he wanted to vanish every memory of you, he couldn't bring himself to throw the ring away. The Yakuza was everything, sentimental was not one of them. But he hid that one fact about him. Heck, no one knew that he and Y/N are dating. Let me rephrase that, no one knew that he and Y/N were dating. But that was over.

I don't really care, you can keep the things we used to share...

But what did you do with my heart?