Are You Happy?
This is just a little one shot that I did to reassure that I am still alive. Don't worry. I'll be back shortly.
TITLE: Are You Happy?
AUTHOR: luvdaisuke
PAIRING: Ryuchii
RATING: G
GENRE: Angst
Are you happy where you are?
I reached out a hand to caress the soft skin of his cheek, his pale skin illuminated by the fluorescent light emitting from the street lamps. He gazed back with those deep brown eyes, a mixture of broken emotions replayed within his irises.
With all that time we had spent together, it was hard to let it go. To leave him in such a state, such a mess. His eye pleaded for forgiveness. Neither he wanted to let go. My hand dropped at my side as I tore my eyes away from his. I had no choice; there was nothing else I could do.
"I'm sorry."
I turned my back to him. I couldn't hold on this mask of apathy much longer. Just as I took a step forward, down the cobblestone road, he spoke.
"Don't go," his voice sounded pained, his voice cracked, "Please. Don't leave me."
Am I happy where I am?
I turned to meet his eyes one last time. Tears were running down his cheeks, his dark hair ruffled as if he had yanked at it in distress. He looked vulnerable, weak, and pained. How I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to run to him and kiss him until he smiled again. But I couldn't.
"Goodbye."
I couldn't say another word. With that, I turned and walked down the street. There were no following footsteps. Tears began to fall down my cheeks as I walked; the world became spinning and blurry.
No. I'm not happy where I am. Without him, I never would be.
TITLE: Are You Happy?
AUTHOR: luvdaisuke
PAIRING: Ryuchii
RATING: G
GENRE: Angst
Are you happy where you are?
I reached out a hand to caress the soft skin of his cheek, his pale skin illuminated by the fluorescent light emitting from the street lamps. He gazed back with those deep brown eyes, a mixture of broken emotions replayed within his irises.
With all that time we had spent together, it was hard to let it go. To leave him in such a state, such a mess. His eye pleaded for forgiveness. Neither he wanted to let go. My hand dropped at my side as I tore my eyes away from his. I had no choice; there was nothing else I could do.
"I'm sorry."
I turned my back to him. I couldn't hold on this mask of apathy much longer. Just as I took a step forward, down the cobblestone road, he spoke.
"Don't go," his voice sounded pained, his voice cracked, "Please. Don't leave me."
Am I happy where I am?
I turned to meet his eyes one last time. Tears were running down his cheeks, his dark hair ruffled as if he had yanked at it in distress. He looked vulnerable, weak, and pained. How I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to run to him and kiss him until he smiled again. But I couldn't.
"Goodbye."
I couldn't say another word. With that, I turned and walked down the street. There were no following footsteps. Tears began to fall down my cheeks as I walked; the world became spinning and blurry.
No. I'm not happy where I am. Without him, I never would be.