*ੈ✩ 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 ‧₊˚ s. kiyoomi

𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞

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"Will you follow me if I had to move on the other side of the planet?"

  The girl trapped between his strong arms chuckled, one little ray of strain coating her voice. Their legs being tangled between each other's and the sheets, her small back fitting perfectly against his toned chest as their eyes were glued on the large windows of his room, unveiled the mesmerizing gleam of Tokyo's street mixed with the harsh rain falling from the sky.

"Why would you ask me that?" He gently tightened his loving clinch around her waist, half covered by her shirt and pressed a small kiss behind her ears, earning a small humming sound from her.

"Mh, just like that."

"I don't trust this just like that."

"You're dead right." Whispered the man holding her, her pale blue eyes snapped open at his response and she turned around to face him.

"Kiyoomi." He carefully analyzed her confused features, the darker patterns drawn into her magnificent clear eyes and he also noticed how long were her natural lashes. He softly caressed her cheeks with his thumb as his eyes rested on the little moles under her eyes, on her forehead.

"I'm in love with you. Deeply." It should have made the girl tear up from joy, or maybe just even smile. But something was different into this confession.

The sounds of his words sounded sorry.

"But we can't be together, right?" She spoked, her heart beginning to pound a little faster into her chest "Kiyoomi." She continued after his long silence. "You're going to leave?" Kiyoomi didn't flinched, didn't move or spoke or even nodded. Nothing.

  But this nothing was the worst response he could gave her, and she knew it. She knew it by the way he planted his soft black orbs into her blue ones, by the way he pressed her a little more against him. His silence was screaming his answer, he was leaving.

"When?"

"Next month."

"Where?"

"Argentina."

"How long?"

"One, maybe two years." He responded to every questions without leaving any mystery behind them, the boy couldn't even try to lie to her face. She simply nodded. "Come with me." He breathed as if he was in pain at this moment, his left thumb caressing her cheek.

"My life is here, I have a lot of houses and things I need to sell, papers I need to get I-i can't do that." He slowly closed
his eyes, a weird feeling creeping inside of him. Frustration? Pain? He knew all of that, he perfectly knew she wouldn't come with him, even if she wanted.

Was it a good choice to say it back after all?

"When I acted like a bastard, I just thought you could maybe hate me just with that and I don't know. I just wanted to break the things between us before I leave, could've made things easier for us."

"You should've done it." His eyes brows twitched. You should've done it?

"If we're going that way, I just had to not be in that fucking train that day." He laughed nervously. "What do you think could hurt the most mh? Me being in love and breaking your little heart and leave without a word.. Or both of us knowing, and waiting?"