Drabble: Fleeting Winters
Title: Fleeting Winter
Pairing: YamaChii
Genre: angsty? romance
Type: drabble
Summary: Winters used to be his summers
AN: Merry Christmas guys! Sorry it had to be a drabble, this is what my YamaChii heart feels right now >__< And will do my best to update the rest of the fics during the holiday season. Take care <3
It was snowing that night; a sheet of ethereal white spread across the metropolitan streets. He could only tug on his coat as a poor attempt to dismiss the cold.
Winters used to be his summers, the coiling of falling snow, his rays and the hand that had accompanied him through years, the hold that promised security, the heated exchange of palm against palm; were nothing more but descending snowflakes.
Elaborately ornamented. Delicate. And… temporary.
He glanced at him. Had he been happy? His seemingly jet black eyes following the pace of each tumbling snowflake.
He reached out for his hand, entwining their fingers.
is look of shock hurt, but he could only rub his knuckles to assure him.
For what exactly? That it would turn out fine? That he wasn’t going to hurt him? That what he was doing was right? He didn’t really know.
“What’s your wish, Yuri?” He stared straight in his eyes, his lips pressing lightly on the back of his chilly hand.
“I…” he bowed his head, ”don’t really…”
Chinen trailed off and cleared his throat before looking back at him, “How about Yamada-kun?”
A bitter smile appeared on his lips. It had always been Ryosuke, had it been not?
“I wish we could stay on like this. Just like the old times.”
The younger boy snapped his head up to face him, ”B-but… I-I mean… uhh- thank you.”
And he held unto that hand, a few seconds longer than he usually does.
He knew what wishes were. What difference it had as compared to hopes, and goals, and of aspirations.
Wishes meant the impossible. The scientifically improbable.
But he was there, with him, on his self-proclaimed summer.
And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
They could only stare, as in front of their eyes it was to unfold, how a snowflake fell, their very own, and to a million shattering pieces…
It broke.