~Your POV~
I down at the raven haired boy clinging to me, and wet, salty tears dominated my eyes. The last time I saw his handsome face was in the newspaper. I couldn't believe it. The very boy I had a crush on. My family was talking to me, but I drowned them out. I was completely fixed on him. Was this one long dream? Was I imagining it? My heart swelled and tears rolled down my red cheeks. I instantly hugged him back, digging my fingernails into his back, crying into his shoulder.
"Kazuto! I thought you were dead! I-I can't b-believe it!" I shrieked, crying loudly into his shoulder, clutching him so tightly I was afraid I would choke him. He looked surprised, to say the least.
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~Kazuto's POV~
I was looking into (Y/N'S) beautiful, sparking (E/C) eyes, and they glazed over. My arms were wrapped around her stomach, and I pet her back gently. She looked down at me, and tears fell onto my face. Her's. She clutched me back tightly, so tightly, but I didn't mind it. A gasp slipped past my lips, but I hopped onto the bed next to her and clutched her back just as tightly, but never enough to hurt her. It felt good, actually. Holding her in my arms, her clutching so tightly to my black leather jacket it felt like she'd claw through it. Her warmth against mine, her body shaking in my arms, as if I were the one to protect her from something. I watched out of the corner of my eye as her family slipped out of the room to let us have our 'moment'. I stroked her shiny, soft and luscious (H/C) hair, rocking slightly to calm her down. A small warming smile dominated my face as I looked at her. A tear of my own fell down my cheek once again.
"Welcome home, (Y/N). I missed you."
Surprised at the action, her tears fell at a faster rate as she clutched to me again, holding me tightly. She buried her face into my chest, and a faint pink dusted my cheeks. My heartbeat increased as she leaned against me, and I bet she could feel my rapid heart rate, too.
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~Your POV~
I don't care. I don't care. I don't care about anything but Kazuto right now. My parents were HUGE losses too, but for some reason when Kazuto died, I've never felt worse. I actually tried committing suicide once. But my rope snapped, and I was sent to the hospital. My dad beat the shit out of me for that. Not literally; but he was so mad at me. I was grounded for three years. My thoughts were instantly silenced as I felt Kazuto's heartbeat. My face turned as red as the pot of roses on the bed stand next to me. I looked up at him, and a faint blush dominated his face. That was weird... I was blushing and I know why, but why was he? Was it because he was wearing a jacket? Was he warm because of the temperature in the room? Or was it.....
....Me?
