Afterdark (Aoi x Male Reader)

Broken

When and where did we lost all our love?

The night ask me where are you, Kohaku ask me where are you. I ask myself where are you.

I stood there. Waiting in that bed of hospital for days and days. Waiting for you to open the door, to comeback as you promised. Even though I read your letter, miserable hope inside of me told me that you would come like a surprise for it to pain me a little more.

Now the apartment feels empty and cold. How long has it been since we even talked? The messages never got to you, my calls won't go through. What did you left in here? A cold dinner and a white cat. Maybe I have to accept that this is the end.

Work is shit. Everyone is happy, the crime rate has gone down since Douma died. Ubuyashiki-sama retired not long after the temple incident. Now we have no appointed chief, Kokushibo is doing the job for now, but they want me to take the place, can you imagine that? Me, being the chief?

When they ask me how I feel about you leaving... I can't find the correct answer, of course it hurts and no amount of time can heal the wound in my heart. It's not so bad, it's not so good.

There are days where I walk down the road back home. I feel lost, only hearing the rumbling of the city. During those times it seems like I am not alive, only an empty shell full of sorrow and pain.

Why did you left like that?

I love you, Aoi.

(YN)

He smashed the cigarette against the ashtray. The scribbles in front of him felt good. He can take everything out while writing.

The kitchen is only illuminated by a lone light. Not even the kitchen's clock is doing his classic ticking sound. Somehow this reminded the time where he tried to kill himself.

His eyes went to the drawer where the old revolver rests. He could take it and end it all. But...

He can't do it.

Pushing his body up the chair and going straight to another drawer, he took out a metal box. A simple small crate of an azure color. When he opened a pile of papers went into scene. He already lost count of the number of letters he has wrote by now. Maybe forty or even more. And yet, he has never sent one to Aoi.

"There goes another one."

Locking the box and purring it back to it's place, (YN) strolled back to his bedroom. It was the same as always. Then, why is the bed so cold? Why does it feels so big? Why does it feels so empty?

The nights have become short as fuck. He usually enjoys sleeping, but now he would close his eyes and after a short span of time, morning will come. There are no more night when the two of them love each other until the sun arises and even after that the two of them would fall sleep curled in the arms of each other.

When he let all his weight into the bed a loud *thump* killed the silence in the room. At his side a white cat curled herself in Aoi's spot wanting to find the warmth of the now gone girl, she purred before closing her eyes.

(YN) felt his eyes become water.

"I miss her too."

---------------------------------------------------------------------

How is it going? I expect that everything is good.

I'm here, sitting alone again, but not in the kitchen. I decided to pass the night on the terrace. Doing what? Well getting my ass drunk and finishing a pack of cigarettes  yeah I know, I shouldn't be smoking. You used to say that to me a lot. But, you're not here anymore... I know that too.