wrecked, itoshi sae ✓

chapter 22.

"are you ready?" you feel a warm hand resting on yours.

anxiously, you look out the small window next to you, watching the small lights of the other jets.

even if you weren't ready, isn't it already too late anyway?

because you're already sitting in ryusei's plane, which is about to take off.

smiling, you lift your hand, carefully remove a strand of hair from his flawless face, and then gently stroke his soft cheek.

his eyes shine more than ever, just because of your touch. he would want to feel your warm skin for hours, never getting enough of it. instead, he would only want to crave for more.

thoughtfully you look into his completely pink eyes.

only now you realize that with your decision you are starting a new life.

maybe you will even start a family and marry -
with ryusei.

to be honest, the thought scares you.

you don't know what to expect.

this time it was easy to leave everything behind and go.

will it be as easy next time to leave the people you love?

you just wanted to escape - escape from all the negative thoughts and problems that plagued you and took away your breath. it's not clear whether this negativity will resurface later or remain lost.

"everything okay?" he senses your absence.

nodding, you assure him that everything is in order.

ryusei prepares for the flight, leaning further back to relax.

at the same time, sae sits alone on a stool, tipping alcoholic drinks into himself. one after the other, without a little break in between or even stopping. for him, there seems to be no tomorrow, because he lives here and now.

"you're about to pass out," the glass is suddenly snatched from his hand as he tries to take another sip.

confused he looks into the unknown face of the guy. "mind your own business." he snaps at the unknown, wanting to take the glass again, but at that moment the guy drinks it up.

"who drinks like that?" sae looks at the empty glass before putting it down.

he exhales annoyed, wants to get up and leave, but the guy holds him by the arm, preventing him from leaving.

"what's your problem?" sae slowly gets angry, already clenching his hands into fists.

"i just want to warn you. don't get addicted to something that doesn't make you happy." the bartender lets go of his arm again.

sae's body relaxes again, but he's still confused.

"you remind me of myself, a few years ago," the guy gets himself a snack bowl. "i came here too, got drunk to feel better, but it only made things worse."

without saying another word, sae grabs his leather jacket and runs out of the bar.

he would have preferred to start a nice conversation with him - but he doesn't let anyone or anything tell him anything, especially not a strange weird guy from a bar.

the cold wind brushes the hair from his forehead, as if it were a familiar person giving attention with this gesture.

as if you were giving him love and attention.

his thoughts are with you, he can't stop thinking about you.

maybe it's not over yet.

maybe it was just a coincidence and maybe he overreacted too much, he hopes.