✨10,000 Little Love Letters✨ ~soulmate amaguji~

~ i'm sorry, i'll be home soon ~

"...w-what...?"

me? he loves me?

he holds me tight, tighter and closer until what lingers of my breath is faint gasps and whispers. not in an uncomfortable way... somewhat comforting. the kind of hug you'd never want to let go from—a hug where you want to nurture and worship the one trapped in your embrace. their warmth intertwined with yours, the melodious beating of another heart echoing throughout you. i stumble a little, holding the taller boy as much as i can endure until i lose my balance and slide back down the wall once more.

and yet, he doesn't let go.

he clings onto me as if i could disappear at any moment. as if within seconds, i'd be nothing but a phantom. i wonder why that is, why korekiyo shinguji lives his entire life as if it'll be gone in a flash. as if everyone in it will disappear. i lightly twirl my fingers through his hair, feeling a twinge of sorrow run through me.

"i love you..." he whispers, his voice growing hoarse. he softly recites these words, causing me to close my eyes and hold back tears.

i glance down to kiyo, seeing that tears pricked his eyes as well. glossy eyes meet mine, and before i knew it, i had crumbled into tears as well.

i love you.

i love you, i love you.

i felt complete. complete at long last. no more of chasing someone out of my reach. instead, the one i had been searching for my entire life rests comfortably in my arms. his heart now beating softly, tears falling onto my shirt and sinking deep into its fabric. though, the tears we shared weren't out of sorrow. they were happy, tears of relief even.

i don't want to let this moment die away. to become a memory. and yet, i break my silence, speaking softly and gently.

"i love you too... god, i love you... don't leave me, please."

he holds me closer, nodding slightly.

"i would never leave, not for the world, my dear... you know, i still carry our letters around. i never said anything... however, i agree. i agree that they're romantic. an expression of love and emotion conveyed through words. perhaps... that is my love language."

korekiyo hands me a small envelope, the writing familiar to me. jittery, curly, and a bit anxious. he clears his throat, speaking again.

"if you do not mind, i'd like to continue writing them for each other? apologies if it ruins the fun."

i give him a big grin, gently fiddling with his hoodie strings. i guess you could say it was mine; however, i think korekiyo's claimed his spot as the rightful owner.

"oh, i'd love that!" i giggle, looking down to face him. "it's still romantic, yknow? i love small things like that! expect quite the handful of surprises from me."

"surprises...?"

"mhm! if you don't mind... can we walk home together?"

"ah," he interrupts himself, taking a brief moment to ponder on my question. as if something or someone was holding him back. "i'd like that very much, yes. i could always drop you off at your house; however, i'm unable to stay over. i have quite the strict curfew."

"no worries at all! maybe sometime you could come over and meet my sisters? i'm sure they'd love you!"

we stand up, still clinging to each other. i keep a light hand in his jacket's pocket, and he wraps his arm around me.

"maybe another time, yes." he utters.

i feel soft buzzing from his phone, resting snugly in his jacket pocket.

bzz...

bzz...

gosh, whoever was texting him can't wait one second.

"a-apologies." the taller boy starts walking fast, causing me to run in order to catch up with him. his face appears worried, almost uncomfortable to an extent.

i wanted to ask about it, and yet, i stay silent. the walk was quiet and peaceful... however, the worried expression remains plastered onto his face. he fidgets with strands of his ink-black hair, twirling it between his fingers. footsteps heavy and burdened.

"kiyo-chan... if you don't want to walk with me, that's alright. my house isn't far, i don't want to be a bother --"

i get cut off by soft lips against mine, gentle and careful. it was cute... but filled with a twinge of worry. korekiyo breaks away, staring into my eyes. his were glossy and tear-stained, filled with a thousand questions and no answers. i try to ask, only to be cut off by another kiss, frantic and desperate, a way to shut me up before i can begin.

"please..." i whisper, my voice raspy, "talk to me, i beg..."

"there isn't anything to say..." he attempts to pull me close, soon becoming blocked by my hand between our lips.

"something... anything... just tell me... why are you nervous? why can't you talk to me?"

another buzz from the phone, growing more intense. constant chimes and vibrations, a desperate plea for attention. the taller boy closes his eyes, turning more disturbed as the phone rings.

"...i'm so, so sorry..."

"sorry?"

he shoves me away, the impact causing me to fall to the bitter, hard ground. dashing away as fast as he can, he pulls out his phone. a feeble sound can be heard from his voice in the distance, saying a mere...

"i'm so sorry, sister... i'll be home soon."