The voice that yells for him is all but a part of the myriad of whispers now echoing within his ear. Its as if his mind was drawn to a single mantra, holding it as a lifeline as he could feel his own thinking grow thinner by the second.

"I need to..." he murmurs to himself, eyelashes clumping together from his tears gushing down from earlier. He looks over his shoulder, grey eyes glancing back at the one person he didn't want to see right now. Not with everything else that just happened. "Futaba- why- why the hell are you here?" He really couldn't breathe judging from the slight hitches leaving his lips.

"I..." he shakes his head as he rummages through his hair with his left hand before his knees slowly give out. His head hangs down as he presses the back of the same hand to his mouth. Its too much. Too many people.

"I should breathe, you said?"