Sun - Drabble
Title : Sun
Chapters : Drabble
Author : veechuu
Warnings : Un-beta-ed.
Genre :Angst, drabble
Rating : PG-13
Pairings : ReixRuki
Synopsis : Let go the feeling of love for someone you love the most isn’t easy, right?
Comments : I like this drabble~ It makes me sad tough….
Disclaimer : I have no connection with Ruki or Reita. In short, I don’t own them
I smile as I stare at a picture, a picture of smiling boy who wears a high school uniform. It’s his picture. My Reita. He’s never being mine actually. But he did own my heart for this past two years.
The day I met him was a sunny day, it was two and a half years ago. We were fresh man in high school.
I didn’t had much friend at that time, but he approached me without even thinking about was I popular or not. He greeted my happily with his cherries smile and shook my hand.
“Hey, I’m Reita.” It was simple and ordinary greeting, but, I will never forget that sentence.
It only took three months to be his best friend. We were a perfect friend.
He was as shiny as sun. He has the brightest smiley eyes. And his smile was like a lost treasure in my loveless heart. He was my world, my everything.
But, I made big mistake. I fallen in love him. That was the biggest mistake I ever made in my entire life. The feeling was killing me. It hurt me. It stabbed my heart. It raped my soul.
It was getting hard for me to keep smiling in front of him when he told me about his crush. It was hard to breathe normally when he was around. I even couldn’t talk to him properly.
After two semesters he pulled away from me. Well, I wasn’t a good person to keep my feeling remain unknown.
He realized that I loved him.
Day by day, our status changed, from best friend, then to ordinary friend again and then, to………… stranger.
I accepted it whole heartily. Because I knew I didn’t deserve for him. Hey, who was I? I was just unpopular kid, okay, my face isn’t bad, but I’m not handsome, just little….. cute….. I’m short, I’m chubby. I’m nerd. I’m a loser.
I let my hope of having him by my side withered. I gave up before fight or struggle.
Now, it’s been two years and a half since the last time he smiled at me whole heartily. And I’m ready to let go the feeling of loving him.
That’s why I smile at his picture.
“From now on, you’re free….” I whisper it silently.
A droplet of tear escapes from my eyelid. I chuckle, I shall not cry. Not anymore.
I take my cell phone and search his name. I press call button.
“Moshi-moshi.” His low voice welcomes me. God, I feel like crying…
“Hey Rei….” I say.
“Eh? Am I…. speaking to Ru?” He has erased my number that’s why he picks up my call. Because he didn’t know that it was me.
“It’s me…” I say silently, almost inaudible. Then, in all of sudden I feel so, so, sad….. Those memories which I keep carefully inside my Pandora box are flashing out in my head.
The memory when he yelled, he walked, he run, he screamed, he smiled, he sick, and the memory when I felt he treated me more than friend.
“…………..”
“Ru….”
“Rei, I know I’ve been such an ugly faggot in front of you.” I say with weird voice. A voice which out when you want to cry so badly, but you have to hold it back with all of your might.
“………….. No Ru, you’re not ugly…..”
“Listen to me carefully this time….”
“Okay…..”
I take a deep breath.
“It took two years to forget you, do you know it?”
“…….. No….” Of course You don’t,
“……………” Silent. We are not even breathing.
“Rei, do you ever miss me in this past two years?” I ask spontaneously. A question which has always been haunted me before I go to bed.
I hear him gasps. “I……. I…..”
“No need to answer. I know what you want to say.” I laugh ironically.
“…………….”
“Reita…. It’s a little late, but thank you……Thank you for being my miracle, thank you for those happy memories………… thank you for…… being my friend…….” I smile as I end up the call.
I throw my phone in bed carelessly. I hug my knees in my chest and start to cry out my lungs. It’s not unnecessary tears, its tears to heal my wounded heart. I promise, this is the last time I cry for him. I’m a boy. A boy shouldn’t cries helplessly. A boy is not fragile.
I stare at his picture again.
‘I’ve done it.’ A slight of relieve and happiness skip from my heart. I’m happy because that call meant everything to me. The most important, the call has freed my heart from its cage named Reita.
I took his picture and hug his picture tightly.
“Sayonara.” I whisper. And then I kiss it for the one last time.