Allí donde solíamos gritar (There where we used to shout.) [ONE SHOT]
Tittle: Allí donde solíamos gritar (There where we used to shout)
Author: 暗
Genre: angs/drama
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them, since owning people is illegal. All of this is work of fiction.
Summary: Do you remember that place? There where we used to shout…
Note: Un-beta-ed! Not cross-posted anywhere.
“Do you know where I went today? There where we used to shout.”
It had been too long since those days, and still the words they craved into those benches were there. Sho had made sure to check every word that morning, letting every memory to soak him. Silly lines of random songs, written with grammar fails, but he couldn’t help but smiling bitterly at his memories, memories of things that would never happen again.
“I still don’t have the answer. Actually, it was never easy, right?”
It was all way too different now. And it was way too weird to be saying all of that now. All the images of the time they spent together. The way they’d skip classes to spend time together. That first kiss they shared… and all the kisses and touches that came after that one. It was still clear in his mind the feeling of his skin on him, all that time the other would get into the shower with him.
“You know, I burnt that book today, I… had to do it”
But even so, the memories were still there, now it all looked like a joke of the destiny. Sho would always scold him for forgetting that book at home more often than not. It became like a routine.
“You would always forget it at home, remember? We always had to share mine. Now I wonder if you did it on purpose.”
Sho kept talking, like waiting for an answer he wouldn’t get. Because it was already too late.
“And… our initials are still there, like if they’re going to be there forever.”
In the metal veranda of that old place, still perfectly visible even after all that time. It was not something cheesy, the letters weren’t inside a heart or anything like that, they were just there… one next to the other. In that place of broken windows, the place they’d always escape to be together.
“Only I knew why I shouted… you never asked why.”
They’d go there just to shout into the air, together… always together. But now it was all different. Had Sho became what the other had always hated? Somebody tamed, the middle point never getting involved in anything… maybe it was that.
Sho sighed, wipping the tear rolling on his cheek.
“I couldn’t do it today, I couldn’t shout… You weren’t there to repeat me how easy it was, Masaki.”
Sho took a last look at the stone grave. Aiba Masaki (1982-2010)
A/N: Sorry, was just listening to music, and this just came out.
Also, it's not beta-ed, so if you point me out the mistakes I'd be glad to fix them
This is some kind of try to bring myself back to writing since I'm having some issues with that (reason why updating fics have been delaying around here... m(_ _)m sorry)