Maki couldn't help it anymore. There wasn't anything there - they were trying too hard to keep something alive that shouldn't. That had long given up on them, so they should do the same back.
"We're not the same people anymore," she whispered to him, hand over his. Yamapi snatched his hand away, and Maki pulled back. There wasn't a frown, there was no sadness. She had faced facts long ago.
Yamapi bit his lower lip, looking away - refusing to meet her eyes. "You're giving up so soon."
"I'm not giving up," Maki said, face filled with determination. She reached for his hand again, but he pulled it out of her reach. "I'm just facing what you need to realize, Yamashita."
The name was harsh and rough against her tongue - it being a long time since she'd used it. "We're not made to be together."
Yamapi turned back, finally strong enough to look at her. "Or we just have to learn to grow up together."
Maki smiled. "Sometimes, Tomohisa, growing up means growing apart."
;kljaskdlfjasdf i couldn't think of anything but angst. Sorry.
Water distorted when you looked through it - your vision was hazy at best, and everything was just skewed. You never knew what was true or what you saw was in fact what was.
Nakamaru went through life looking water, everything hazy and a little distorted. Mostly distorted towards his own likings - it made life easier to get through.
But seeing Maki, everything cleared. It was like looking through air. The sight was sharp and real, and Nakamaru noted every single bit of thing about her - the way her hair fell, the twinkle in her eye, her habit of pushing her hair behind her ear. He took it all in.
Life became even more beautiful. Sharp lines and vivid realizations. It made a difference.
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"We're not the same people anymore," she whispered to him, hand over his. Yamapi snatched his hand away, and Maki pulled back. There wasn't a frown, there was no sadness. She had faced facts long ago.
Yamapi bit his lower lip, looking away - refusing to meet her eyes. "You're giving up so soon."
"I'm not giving up," Maki said, face filled with determination. She reached for his hand again, but he pulled it out of her reach. "I'm just facing what you need to realize, Yamashita."
The name was harsh and rough against her tongue - it being a long time since she'd used it. "We're not made to be together."
Yamapi turned back, finally strong enough to look at her. "Or we just have to learn to grow up together."
Maki smiled. "Sometimes, Tomohisa, growing up means growing apart."
;kljaskdlfjasdf i couldn't think of anything but angst. Sorry.
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Nakamaru went through life looking water, everything hazy and a little distorted. Mostly distorted towards his own likings - it made life easier to get through.
But seeing Maki, everything cleared. It was like looking through air. The sight was sharp and real, and Nakamaru noted every single bit of thing about her - the way her hair fell, the twinkle in her eye, her habit of pushing her hair behind her ear. He took it all in.
Life became even more beautiful. Sharp lines and vivid realizations. It made a difference.
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Ugh, I dont' even know.
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Can I get some fic in return?
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