Still
Title: Still
Pairing: Takaki Yuya x Inoo Kei (TakaNoo)
Type: Drabble
Genre: Romance, angst
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine.
Warning: My English is bad.
Takaki Yuya
How does it feel…
when you wake up in the morning…
but the person you love…
isn’t beside you…
anymore?
It must be very uncomfortable. Strangely weird. Well, maybe it’s not the first time I woke up without him by my side. Realistically, we’ve only known for three years and everything before those three years were normal enough for me. In other words, I should be used for letting him go. It doesn’t mean that I’ll die tomorrow, or, it doesn’t mean that the world will end tomorrow.
But, easy to say. In fact, when I’ve just opened my eyes this morning, something unfamiliar was taking up inside my chest. It cringes, deep and hard. There is a huge unrecovered hole which I have no idea how to deal with. When I turn my face aside, I didn’t find him on my arm, I didn’t find his pretty smile welcoming me and a simple good morning kiss on my lips. I didn’t even find a glimpse of him while I’m used to be filled by his soft symphony to start a day.
And now, time just melted away.
That was fantastically horrible. I know right. Like when you’ve remembered last night he was still here, he was still nagging me with his spoiled tone, he was still muttering the words ‘love’ into my ear when we’re making out; quiet and enchanting and I’ve could just die to hear him saying my name, like when everything feels so right and hadn’t been much terrible.
I couldn’t believe it.
I was back there again.
I breathe slowly, shut the eyes. My memories of last night were as clear as crystal. And for all things he left here didn’t make it any better. I could still smell his sweet scent, I could still imagine how soft his magenta kiss was, I could still remember his low moan when I gave him pleasure, I could still feel him on my possessive embrace, seeing me in a tender look, but at the same time, fragile and broken.
And then he’d cried.
Cried.
Cried until it tore my heart into thousand pieces. To the point I promised him something that I am not sure if either I can do it or not, only to make him stop crying.
“It’s okay. Don’t cry anymore. Just remember that… I’m still yours. I’ll be forever yours.”
Probably it was a huge lie, and we both understand it very well. But still, we’re tying ourselves into a hopeless vow. And I don’t know how long it’ll stand. I don’t know how long I could pretend that he’s still mine. I don’t know if someday I’ll be tired. Of waiting. Of pretending.
And here’s something I know when the AC blows silently inside my room (because it sounds louder than usual):
All I have now is,
emptiness.
***
Inoo Kei
I know love can’t conquer everything.
World didn’t work as naïve as love. Because if I am thinking rationally, there won’t be people who got divorce or people who did crimes if this sucking place only turns around love. We live in a society, and even if you’d tried not to care about your surroundings, at certain level, in the end you’ll know that you can’t live as you’ve wished.
Truth to be told, I only have a trivial dream.
And it’s all about being with someone I love.
It might sound simple, just in case if you have what they called as a normal feeling. Later I discover how people judge me, and I feel like they’ve tried to force me hard realizing what I’ve felt is a mistake, a sin. Loving someone who has the same gender with me is a crime. And I tried to fight back, at first.
I gave my best to convince everybody on my circle that I didn’t do anything wrong. After all, Yuya is a good guy, and I’m one hundred percent sure nobody will complain. We love each other, and we do no harm. But one mind couldn’t be controlled that easy. The dogma was planted too hard, and no matter how much I’ve been trying, there’s something that I can’t work it out despite all of the efforts.
Until one day, my father suddenly collapsed after he knew everything.
And now he’s sleeping quietly in front of me, on this white bed with unfamiliar stuffs provided by the nurse.
Then I know,
there hadn’t been any choice.
“There are so many things in the world that we couldn’t control. We always harbor a good expectation towards life, but only to get a heart-broken answer.” - Mai Ding
---END---
A/N: Ah it feels so nice to write after a long time. But sorry for this very short and angst story. I’m in the mood to torture our beloved boys lol and I miss them so much. I haven’t caught up yet with some stuffs like KimiAto and JP6. But I hope I could watch it soon.
Anyway this is inspired by Like Love 2 (Nobody Knows but Me) but I didn’t judge it like I’ve planned. It turned out hangercliff, and I don’t know how to fix this. But still, hope you enjoy guys. Love: tachan.
Pairing: Takaki Yuya x Inoo Kei (TakaNoo)
Type: Drabble
Genre: Romance, angst
Disclaimer: Boys aren’t mine.
Warning: My English is bad.
Takaki Yuya
How does it feel…
when you wake up in the morning…
but the person you love…
isn’t beside you…
anymore?
It must be very uncomfortable. Strangely weird. Well, maybe it’s not the first time I woke up without him by my side. Realistically, we’ve only known for three years and everything before those three years were normal enough for me. In other words, I should be used for letting him go. It doesn’t mean that I’ll die tomorrow, or, it doesn’t mean that the world will end tomorrow.
But, easy to say. In fact, when I’ve just opened my eyes this morning, something unfamiliar was taking up inside my chest. It cringes, deep and hard. There is a huge unrecovered hole which I have no idea how to deal with. When I turn my face aside, I didn’t find him on my arm, I didn’t find his pretty smile welcoming me and a simple good morning kiss on my lips. I didn’t even find a glimpse of him while I’m used to be filled by his soft symphony to start a day.
And now, time just melted away.
That was fantastically horrible. I know right. Like when you’ve remembered last night he was still here, he was still nagging me with his spoiled tone, he was still muttering the words ‘love’ into my ear when we’re making out; quiet and enchanting and I’ve could just die to hear him saying my name, like when everything feels so right and hadn’t been much terrible.
I couldn’t believe it.
I was back there again.
I breathe slowly, shut the eyes. My memories of last night were as clear as crystal. And for all things he left here didn’t make it any better. I could still smell his sweet scent, I could still imagine how soft his magenta kiss was, I could still remember his low moan when I gave him pleasure, I could still feel him on my possessive embrace, seeing me in a tender look, but at the same time, fragile and broken.
And then he’d cried.
Cried.
Cried until it tore my heart into thousand pieces. To the point I promised him something that I am not sure if either I can do it or not, only to make him stop crying.
“It’s okay. Don’t cry anymore. Just remember that… I’m still yours. I’ll be forever yours.”
Probably it was a huge lie, and we both understand it very well. But still, we’re tying ourselves into a hopeless vow. And I don’t know how long it’ll stand. I don’t know how long I could pretend that he’s still mine. I don’t know if someday I’ll be tired. Of waiting. Of pretending.
And here’s something I know when the AC blows silently inside my room (because it sounds louder than usual):
All I have now is,
emptiness.
***
Inoo Kei
I know love can’t conquer everything.
World didn’t work as naïve as love. Because if I am thinking rationally, there won’t be people who got divorce or people who did crimes if this sucking place only turns around love. We live in a society, and even if you’d tried not to care about your surroundings, at certain level, in the end you’ll know that you can’t live as you’ve wished.
Truth to be told, I only have a trivial dream.
And it’s all about being with someone I love.
It might sound simple, just in case if you have what they called as a normal feeling. Later I discover how people judge me, and I feel like they’ve tried to force me hard realizing what I’ve felt is a mistake, a sin. Loving someone who has the same gender with me is a crime. And I tried to fight back, at first.
I gave my best to convince everybody on my circle that I didn’t do anything wrong. After all, Yuya is a good guy, and I’m one hundred percent sure nobody will complain. We love each other, and we do no harm. But one mind couldn’t be controlled that easy. The dogma was planted too hard, and no matter how much I’ve been trying, there’s something that I can’t work it out despite all of the efforts.
Until one day, my father suddenly collapsed after he knew everything.
And now he’s sleeping quietly in front of me, on this white bed with unfamiliar stuffs provided by the nurse.
Then I know,
there hadn’t been any choice.
“There are so many things in the world that we couldn’t control. We always harbor a good expectation towards life, but only to get a heart-broken answer.” - Mai Ding
---END---
A/N: Ah it feels so nice to write after a long time. But sorry for this very short and angst story. I’m in the mood to torture our beloved boys lol and I miss them so much. I haven’t caught up yet with some stuffs like KimiAto and JP6. But I hope I could watch it soon.
Anyway this is inspired by Like Love 2 (Nobody Knows but Me) but I didn’t judge it like I’ve planned. It turned out hangercliff, and I don’t know how to fix this. But still, hope you enjoy guys. Love: tachan.