It's my first post, and I'm not even sure if anyone is going to read it since I have no friends on this commmunity but it seemed fairly fun! So, if anyone does read this, I hope you enjoy it.
He sat by the sea, reminiscent, weird that this is where they first met. A place that most people would take someone on a date, but no. Running his hands through the sugary sand he focused on the feeling. It was different. It was new, usually he would expect someones hand to be there. However, he was alone. The sun was setting, sending warm blushes of pink and blue across the seas darkening waves. The last of the suns beams echoed in the mans blues eyes which were absent and almost at a loss.
Anyone could tell he was meant to be here with someone yet there was no one around to pick that up at all. He couldn't tell whether that was for better of for worse. He picked up a hand full of sand and watched it fall away from him through the cracks between his fingers with some swept away by the gently blowing wind. Typical. Everything left him eventually but this was the one thing he wasn't expecting. All the way from graduation they stuck together like glue. Broday everyday...broday everyday. He remembered that promise.
"I promise, nothing will ever split us apart, friend."
Bull crap. That was another promise broke.
Though he never stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, it was his fault. The whole whirlwind of problems that had constantly surrounded them was his fault? Perhaps he just hadn't thought it through properly. This whole time he had wondered why his one and only had decided to leave him, and it might of been his fault? The one option he chose to dismiss, the one thing he avoided at all costs.
He didn't want to know that it was him that brutally ripped apart a relationship that close. How long had they been dealing with this problem? How long did...Cry...have to deal with that? Was he too scared to tell him? That maybe it was slowly ripping them apart, slowing their relationship down or even crumbling it...?
That was the one question remaining with no answer. That was the one problem without a resolution. That was the one thing he couldn't grasp when Cry walked out that door. It had to be it. It had to be the only way to get Cry back. Pushing himself aside and dealing with the bridges they had to cross together.
Yes. He was going to sort this out tonight. No matter how late. Cry was always up late -he knew that. He just needed to figure out how to go about it.
