time falls away, but these small hours-- [private, Yusuke/Makoto]
[On the beach, in a more remote area of the island, there is one (1) Yusuke slouched upon the sand. There's a tired aura to him, both in the literal and metaphoric sense; he looks as if he hadn't gotten a good night's rest in days, which, in fact, was true. The lack of sleep wasn't what bogged him down, however.
It was anticipating the outcome of the unexpected.
Occasionally, his hand searched for a rock or pebble nearby, flinging it half-heartedly into the ocean in front of him. Waiting was madness. It was all he could do not to take his frustrations out on something nearby, to get some outlet for these pent up emotions. Was Makoto dead, or was she still alive somewhere? When would she get back? Would she ever get back? What would have happened if he had come a few seconds earlier?
Maybe it might have been wiser for him to wait where she was taken, in the chance she might reappear there, but at the moment he just needed to be by himself.]
It was anticipating the outcome of the unexpected.
Occasionally, his hand searched for a rock or pebble nearby, flinging it half-heartedly into the ocean in front of him. Waiting was madness. It was all he could do not to take his frustrations out on something nearby, to get some outlet for these pent up emotions. Was Makoto dead, or was she still alive somewhere? When would she get back? Would she ever get back? What would have happened if he had come a few seconds earlier?
Maybe it might have been wiser for him to wait where she was taken, in the chance she might reappear there, but at the moment he just needed to be by himself.]