Apr 28, 2012 00:44
“i love you…”
the words were soft -a mere whisper tickling golden spun hair - and, almost lost among the singing wails of guitar strings and pounding bass.
a breath of lips pressed against his cheek, golden eyes fluttering closed and a choked whimper: “i-i don’t love you…”
…and his heart broke, shattered into a thousand tiny splinters lost in a shower of glitter and streamers, that shot out into a crowd of a thousand and three fans.
when it was over and tears dampened cheeks sore from too much smiling, aoi’s were wet for another reason. he wasn’t crying over a dream reached, he was crying over a dream - a love - lost to the pulsing strobe lights and deafening screams of a thousand and three fans.
paring: aoiha;,
fandom: the gazette;