『 ↳✧･ﾟIt feels like De Ja Vu-- South, Taiju... it hurts every time; 』
In which Hanagaki Takemichi suffers from impending heartache after being abandoned with hopelessness and hollow promises.
𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:
🇴🇳-🇵🇦🇺🇸🇪
『 ↳✧･ﾟTakemichi wasn't the only one who's 'hot'; 』
Meeting Him had a few mixed feelings.
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Sighs.
It's cold and snowing. He scurries his hand under his jacket, just long enough to feel the warmth of his very cold palms.
With each breath he took, a cloud of smoke quickly formed. He cupped his hand in front of his lips and breathed into it, then rubbed it together.
Sighs.
How long has it been since? He'd lost track of time—no weeks, maybe even months...
Seasons had gone, and days had even turned into months, but there had been no sight of any letter since they had sent the first one on their second anniversary.
It did hurt, but with each month that passed, the pain subsided and was replaced by numbness. Or perhaps he was invalidating his own emotions in order to suppress his rage and anguish.
Every step he made was followed by the crunch of snow; he just dragged himself on the local playground near his house where they used to sneak out behind his brother's back.
It was always his favorite spot... second only to the Musashi Shrine.
Sighs.
He shouldn't even be here in the first place.
For starters, his physique isn't in good enough shape to be walking around aimlessly in the snow. Both physically and emotionally.
Second, the depressive urge to shout all the feelings he'd been burying for months. It might appear strange for passersby to come across a melancholy teenager bawling his heart out on the playground.
He's ready to lose it.
It seemed like the agony had been there forever, and he was growing used to it, but the thought that it may linger around for a little longer was horrifying.
But there was no way he could succumb to the suffering, no way he'd ever give up. He pushed ahead, each movement exacerbating the ache, but he kept going no matter what.
It didn't take long for Takemichi to notice someone taking a seat a few inches next to him. It was silent, but you could feel the seat quivering as the man beside him continued to move his legs.
He rubbed his arms together, trembling from the chilly air. "Are you okay?" He heard him speak, and it sounded husky, much more to his imagination.
