Savior 2/6
Summary: I was alone. It seemed that was the way fate wanted it. Until that one day, the day that you, Ryosuke, came along and changed my life. I still remember it so clearly. You held me close and said, "Everything will be fine." Why, Ryosuke? Why did you have to lie? Part 2/6.
Pairing: YamaChii XD
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Because angst is happiness :')
As I found myself talking to you more and more, I gradually began to convince myself that maybe... maybe things weren't so hopeless after all.
I talked to you about my problems: how Okaa-san died, how Otou-san couldn't take the pressure anymore, how Onee-san left me to fend for myself while she went off to marry a rich lawyer.
Gomen ne, Ryosuke, for dumping my screwed life on you.
I should've considered whether or not you wanted to listen to the trash I had to say.
I should've just stayed on my own, like how it was meant to be.
But you didn't let me do that.
You held me in your arms and just... listened, and that was enough to make my traumatic life seem calm.
Why, Ryosuke? I was just a stranger.
You replied, "It looked like you needed saving."
As time went by, you slowly healed my life.
I finally felt like I could live again.
You became the force that drove me, allowed me to feel like a person again.
I began to depend on you beyond rationale.
It was dangerous, I knew. But I couldn't stop.
Because you were so, so perfect.
We became such close friends.
I began to know every part of you: the unruliness of your black hair, the dark circles beneath your eyes, the frigidness of your very being.
You made all of those into a masterpiece, a piece of art I would never get tired of, no matter how hard I tried.
You were alone, just like me. Maybe even more so.
Yet, you held on so strongly, more strongly than I ever could.
And I admired you for that.
I loved having you in my life. Your stories, your intelligence, your sharp sense of humor, all of which made my new life.
But sometimes, your mere presence was enough.
We would sit side-by-side with me in your arms, and let a tranquil silence fall over us.
Maybe I loved it too much to notice.
Was I blind?
I had grown so dependent on you that I knew if you had left, I wouldn't know what to do with the broken pieces.
I made you promise, promise that you would never leave me.
"Yubikiri," you had said, entwining your pinky with mine.
But what exactly did you promise?
Gomen ne, Ryosuke, for being so damn selfish.
It was an impossible wish, something that could only happen in my wildest dreams.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Ryosuke.
Because I knew you're break it.
Pairing: YamaChii XD
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Because angst is happiness :')
As I found myself talking to you more and more, I gradually began to convince myself that maybe... maybe things weren't so hopeless after all.
I talked to you about my problems: how Okaa-san died, how Otou-san couldn't take the pressure anymore, how Onee-san left me to fend for myself while she went off to marry a rich lawyer.
Gomen ne, Ryosuke, for dumping my screwed life on you.
I should've considered whether or not you wanted to listen to the trash I had to say.
I should've just stayed on my own, like how it was meant to be.
But you didn't let me do that.
You held me in your arms and just... listened, and that was enough to make my traumatic life seem calm.
Why, Ryosuke? I was just a stranger.
You replied, "It looked like you needed saving."
As time went by, you slowly healed my life.
I finally felt like I could live again.
You became the force that drove me, allowed me to feel like a person again.
I began to depend on you beyond rationale.
It was dangerous, I knew. But I couldn't stop.
Because you were so, so perfect.
We became such close friends.
I began to know every part of you: the unruliness of your black hair, the dark circles beneath your eyes, the frigidness of your very being.
You made all of those into a masterpiece, a piece of art I would never get tired of, no matter how hard I tried.
You were alone, just like me. Maybe even more so.
Yet, you held on so strongly, more strongly than I ever could.
And I admired you for that.
I loved having you in my life. Your stories, your intelligence, your sharp sense of humor, all of which made my new life.
But sometimes, your mere presence was enough.
We would sit side-by-side with me in your arms, and let a tranquil silence fall over us.
Maybe I loved it too much to notice.
Was I blind?
I had grown so dependent on you that I knew if you had left, I wouldn't know what to do with the broken pieces.
I made you promise, promise that you would never leave me.
"Yubikiri," you had said, entwining your pinky with mine.
But what exactly did you promise?
Gomen ne, Ryosuke, for being so damn selfish.
It was an impossible wish, something that could only happen in my wildest dreams.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Ryosuke.
Because I knew you're break it.