This makes my heart hurt a lot. Needlessly long feels filled babble sighted, read at your own discretion.
SPOILER WARNING
The two pictures on the right are from the Teikou!Arc, back when Aomine simply liked playing basketball. He loved it, and he loved playing it, and that was it. Upon meeting Kuroko, someone who loved basketball just as much if not more than himself, he was beside himself with joy. Kuroko couldn’t even begin to match up to him in neither skill nor strength, but all that mattered was that they were both in love with the sport.
Skill did not matter. Strength did not matter.
When Kuroko considered giving up basketball, Aomine was the one to reel him back him. When Kuroko was about to be kicked off the team, once again, Aomine was the one to save him. Again and again, Aomine came to his rescue.
He loved playing basketball. That was all.
The image on the right is taken from the Winter Cup!Arc. His eyes. The wide-eyed, naive basketball loving idiot from before is nowhere to be seen. He was not saved. When his own love for basketball began to crush him, no one was there to pull him out of the water.
Kuroko tried. As much as he tried, he didn’t have the power. What Aomine longed for, what he needed to save him was a worthy rival. Suddenly, skill mattered. Skill and strength were all the mattered.
He suffered like that, loving yet despising the one thing he needed to get by, alone. Not because no one wanted to help him, but because no one had the capability to help him.
What’s that? Oh, just the sound of my heart breaking over the sight of Puremine turning into Ahomine.
Even though I love Ahomine just as much.
You will go on and meet someone else and I’ll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.
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| — | Marian Keyes, The Other Side of the Story (via simply-quotes) |
