three weeks had passed and tendou was nowhere to be found. after your last intimate moment, where he revealed his secret, he simply vanished. he left you a note, which you discovered on the small table beside your bed when you woke up the following morning.
the note simply said 'thank you.' you found it sweet at first and felt happy that he finally trusted you. you were glad to have found someone you could try to love again. but now, after three weeks, fear gripped you. you were scared you had lost him.
you realized how sensitive he truly was. once he opened up about his struggles, you wanted to keep him close, to protect him. in truth, you also wanted him near to help you feel better. helping him was like helping yourself.
you tried to find him. at the club every friday, at his school, at his house, at your place. but there was no sign of him. you had a feeling he was hiding in his room, unwilling to open up to anyone. you tried to understand and be patient, but it was taking too long.
at 11 pm, sipping your red wine, mixed thoughts and emotions overwhelmed you, driving you back to old habits. you had stopped taking drugs for a while, but your body craved them now. you called your dealer and bought a few grams.
the small bag of drugs sat on your bedside table, a haunting reminder of past struggles. with shaking hands, you took a dose, hoping to numb the pain. as the drugs took effect, a familiar numbness spread through you. the world around you began to blur, the sharp edges of reality softening as your mind drifted away from your harsh emotions.
a false sense of calm wrapped around you, giving you a temporary break from your torment. but underneath, the void left by tendou's absence remained, an emptiness that no amount of drugs could ever truly fill.
as the drugs continued to take hold, the numbness deepened, and the heaviness in your heart seemed to lift just a bit. your eyelids grew heavy, the room around you becoming a hazy blur. you lay back on your bed, sinking into the mattress as your thoughts slowed and your breathing steadied.
the soft hum of the world outside faded, replaced by a quiet, muffled silence. with each passing second, your body relaxed further, the pull of sleep becoming irresistible. finally, you drifted off, escaping into the temporary peace of oblivion.
as you drifted into sleep, you found yourself in a cozy room, playing the guitar. the soft strumming filled the air, and across from you sat satori, his eyes locked onto you with deep intensity.
his gaze was unwavering, a mix of admiration and tenderness. as your fingers moved over the strings, his gentle smile grew. the connection between you felt real, as if the music was creating an unspoken bond.
the dream wrapped you in warmth and peace, but then tears started to slip down your cheeks. even in your sleep, the pain of reality seeped in, and you began to cry softly, the emotions too overwhelming to hold back.
please come back, satori.
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