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Breezeblocks (L.H)

A stone skips across the lake, the ripples echoing to the far end, triggering a duck to fly away. A hand skims the strings of your heart, slow and daunting, soft and hesitant. A laugh rings through your ears, quiet and comforting, it's like a song you can't get out of your head. A touch so delicate yet so intoxicating, you wonder when you become so addicted to it.

Langa Hasegawa was going to be the death of you, and both of you were too in love to realize it.

His texts slow down a week after he's moved to Okinawa, you suppose it's because he's still adjusting, still making his new province home.

Weeks go by and you wonder if he still remembers you, it's selfish but, who wouldn't be intimidated by the lack of feedback from one end, thousands of miles away in a foreign country.

Your texts aren't even opened, the last one he saw was the day he arrived in Japan, but, it's been weeks.

Langa Hasegawa is going to become the death of you sooner or later, and you slowly begin to realize it.

The laugh that echoed in your head bounced off the walls from your phone, the video of the skater by the name of snow replayed over and over again. With a click of the off button, the sound still resonates inside your head, months after not hearing it suddenly becomes hours on hours of listening to it on repeat.

The hand once placed in yours was now miles and miles away and never once reached for yours from the opposite end.

Langa Hasegawa doesn't feel right in the space around him. He feels something reaching out to him but he can't place it, the sinking feeling in his heart as the space that once occupied it, faded away into nothing.

He hasn't forgotten anything, has he? He put the dishes away, unpacked nearly everything, he even did his laundry and folded it right away. So what was he missing?

His ringing phone breaks him out of his thoughts, your contact photo plaguing his mind as he remembers. How could he have possibly forgotten about you? It's been a near month since he last talked to you.

Your voice on the phone tugs at his heart, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he gulps, your tone sounded defeated, you'd given up on him.

"Do you love me anymore Langa?"

Such a simple question, yet, he was still stunned silent.

His voice cracks, unknown tears trailing down his chin. "Please don't go."

A bitter laugh falls through the line, he hates it, he hates that he did this. "Do you still love me, Langa? Because I'm tired of holding on to someone that won't make it clear that they're holding on just as much."

"I love you." He says, "I love you, I'm sorry, please don't go." It's desperate, a loud plea as he stands, almost as if he's trying to face you. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" He's certain his mother can hear him, his confessions growing louder with every sentence he speaks. "I love you and I know sorry can't make up for the time you wasted on me."

"I love you too, Langa. But, I can't do that again."

He feels his heart drop at your sentence, the grip on his phone tightening. "(Name)," he whispers, "please don't go."

A beat passes, and he has to check if you've hung up on him or not. "Langa." He replies fast, a small and quiet hum. "Don't leave me again."

"I promise. I promise I won't go." He says, repeating the sentence over and over again to convince you and himself. "I promise I'll text you every day when I can, I'll send you some snacks, do you like dried squid?"

Your laugh rings in his ears like a love song, he'll never get over your laugh, he'll never get sick of it. "Langa, wait to discuss that in a better setting."

He hums, looking up at his room. "I love you."

"And I love you. So don't go, please."

Langa Hasegawa was the death of you but, the rekindled love between you two was enough to save both of you once more.