Aoba pulls his car up to the small parking lot beside the apartment building. Laying on the seat beside him were green carnations. The florist had even thrown a couple sparkles in the bunch. The moon shun through the car door window, resulting in small twinkles from the glistening flower petals.
Aoba wished he could keep the flowers for himself. They reminded him so much of Noiz.
Aoba grasped the flowers and headed towards the apartment building doors. He may have looked confident but he could still feel his heart race faster than regular. Taking at hand the handle of the door, he paused.
'Maybe this is a bad idea,' Aoba thought to himself, 'he doesn't even know I still exist probably'.
He let go of the door handle.
Should he take the chance.
Feeling a boost of confidence, he grasped the door handle anyway and pulled it forward.
Dim lights flickered as Aoba made his way up the stairway, past the "Out of Order" sign hung on the elevator. The stairs felt old and used, whilst Aoba paid attention to not put his hands on the railings, rusty and dripping, moist to touch.
At the top of the stairs, now on the second floor, Aoba made his way to room #382.
He paused in front of the door and came to a full stop. His heart could be heard through the empty stairwell.
'I thought this through too quickly,' he groaned to himself, 'here I go, going through with my actions without using my brain again! Stupid, STUPID!!!!'
Aoba turned around to head back to his car. He was not an eloquent person to make a brave move.
'But I want to see him,' Aoba pondered, making a 180 degree turn back to the door. 'I bet he still has that face full of piercings,' Aoba smiled to himself. His hand hesitated when it reached the door. It was balled in a fist; shaking. Painfully, he wanted to knock. A single petal falls from the neon flowers to the floor, drifting back and forth before coming to a complete halt on the greasy floor.
Aoba put his thoughts on pause and listened at the door instead to see if he was home.
Video games could be heard coming from the speakers of the t.v. The smell of take-out drifted out from underneath the door and between bent door hinges.
Aoba leaned his ear against the door. He couldn't hear anything else.
"Maybe he isn't ho--"
The door flew open.
"I was never a fan of stalkers," said a familiar voice.
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Fallen Petals // Long Nights - AobaxNoiz Dmmd Fanfiction (Dramatical Murder)
FanfictionMy princess wanted a fanfiction dedicated to us AND yaoi so I wrote this fanfiction for her<3 Its short, with hardcore yaoi. Aoba had gone on a trip with his parents and had left without telling his one true love, Noiz, where he had departed. Heartb...
