Dear you look quite confused
Title: Dear, You Look Quite Confused [Oneshot]
Band/Pairing: ToraxHiroto
Rating: PG
Warnings: There are no names mentioned but it's obvious enough.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the words.
Summary: Only on days like these would the man feel lonely.
Once there was a man, not an old man but a young man over the age of twenty-three, that wore rainboots with suns on them. He splish-splashed in this boots when the weather outside was wet and dreary, oh so opposite from the yellow sunshine he wore.
There was a time when this young man sat on park benches when it rained, looking up at the melancholy sky and wondered of his existence, why he wore these happy boots when the world outside didn’t seem like it was made for them. The droplets if rain would streak down his face, into the collar of his jacket and seep into the cotton of his shirt, chest rising and falling, cold.
Only on days like these would the man feel lonely. But that was a lie and he knew that it was so. The routine continued until one day, a girl sat next to him on the park bench. They sat and talked with eachother for hours and hours in the rain but they never looked at eachother. It was better that way. He just looked at her feet. But she didn’t wear rainboots. She wore plain, cloth shoes. They never loved eachother and the next week, she stopped coming to sit with the young man.
It didn’t rain for awhile after that. The young man wore regular red boots without the slick appearance of his rain boots and continued on his day as usual. But the rain soon returned and so did his sunny boots.
A man this time, slightly older than the young man, sat down on the park bench near the young man. He had dark hair that reached his shoulders almost but was cut nicely in the front, bangs and even a streak of blonde. The young man had blonde hair but his hair wasn’t really blonde you see. They didn’t talk once. The young man looked at the man’s feet. He wore yellow, tiger-striped boots. They were amazing. The rain continued for that entire week and the man kept coming back to sit on the park bench next to the young man.
One day they looked at eachother and down to their boots. They talked for hours and hours. They basked in the rain.
They loved eachother.
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a/n; This may have been difficult to understand but then, I have really smart readers so I don't think I have to worry.
I wrote this some time ago, five months to be exact, but it never found its way here.
Now it has. And in good timing because I'm ready to come back.
I have returned. ~ :D
Band/Pairing: ToraxHiroto
Rating: PG
Warnings: There are no names mentioned but it's obvious enough.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot and the words.
Summary: Only on days like these would the man feel lonely.
Once there was a man, not an old man but a young man over the age of twenty-three, that wore rainboots with suns on them. He splish-splashed in this boots when the weather outside was wet and dreary, oh so opposite from the yellow sunshine he wore.
There was a time when this young man sat on park benches when it rained, looking up at the melancholy sky and wondered of his existence, why he wore these happy boots when the world outside didn’t seem like it was made for them. The droplets if rain would streak down his face, into the collar of his jacket and seep into the cotton of his shirt, chest rising and falling, cold.
Only on days like these would the man feel lonely. But that was a lie and he knew that it was so. The routine continued until one day, a girl sat next to him on the park bench. They sat and talked with eachother for hours and hours in the rain but they never looked at eachother. It was better that way. He just looked at her feet. But she didn’t wear rainboots. She wore plain, cloth shoes. They never loved eachother and the next week, she stopped coming to sit with the young man.
It didn’t rain for awhile after that. The young man wore regular red boots without the slick appearance of his rain boots and continued on his day as usual. But the rain soon returned and so did his sunny boots.
A man this time, slightly older than the young man, sat down on the park bench near the young man. He had dark hair that reached his shoulders almost but was cut nicely in the front, bangs and even a streak of blonde. The young man had blonde hair but his hair wasn’t really blonde you see. They didn’t talk once. The young man looked at the man’s feet. He wore yellow, tiger-striped boots. They were amazing. The rain continued for that entire week and the man kept coming back to sit on the park bench next to the young man.
One day they looked at eachother and down to their boots. They talked for hours and hours. They basked in the rain.
They loved eachother.
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a/n; This may have been difficult to understand but then, I have really smart readers so I don't think I have to worry.
I wrote this some time ago, five months to be exact, but it never found its way here.
Now it has. And in good timing because I'm ready to come back.
I have returned. ~ :D