A little Pain (BoyxBoy) --Chapter 14 onwards..

Departure

his kiss sends me in a state of oblivion.

I don't even know how to describe it. It was different. 

I could feel his tongue swirling inside of my very mouth. The sensation itself is melting me. 

I am now becoming more and more sensitive as this continues on. 

I feel weak on my knees. My stomach is churning badly. I feel light headed. All I can do is to surrender myself in this pleasure I'm in.

But this has to stop. The more I give myself to him, the more I find it hard to even forget about him--forget about his lips, his touch, his body and the warmth that it brings. If I have to continue this, and make love to him again, I might not be able to escape aniue any longer.

Even if I'm badly drawn by his heated kisses and licks, I forced myself, fought the urge to continue on as I pushed him away from me with all my might.

"Aniue, please stop..." I begged of him as I grasped his chest. 

"I won't Yuki." He pulls me towards him, leans his face closer to mine, gently biting my lower lips--he's craving for more apparently.

If I stay here any longer, I might give everything up once again. I really have no control of myself when it comes to him. I feel weak, and vulnerable--I easily give in.

He again kisses me. 

"A-aniue...Stop..."

"What?!" He shouts at me as he punches the wall centimeters away from my face.

My shoulders twitched as I let out a gasp. It was unexpected of him. He's somewhat losing it. What is exactly happening to him??

"huh??"

His knuckles are trembling, wounded and bleeding.

"Y-you're hurt!" I startled as I tried to hold his hurting hand but he instead shoved me off.

"Don't... Please, Don't."

He's furious.

"Why are you doing this to me Yuki??" 

"..."

"You're making plans without me knowing. Is it even true you're going to England with that brat?!" He's raising his tone on me again. For the first time, I'm experiencing this frightening side of aniue. 

"Please let me go." I finally answered with my trembling, stuttering voice. "It's already too unfair for me."

He only gasps at me.

"First of all, three years ago, you left me for no reason at all--without even contacting me. I tried everything just to reach out to you but you never have replied to any of my calls, texts or even e-mails. I don't even know where you went at that time..."

Then, I started to cry.

"Second, you lied about Takazuchiya-san. Third, without me knowing, you already have planned to marry Chiyoko-san. And you're telling me this?" I paused. I can't stop myself from sobbing. "I want to be happy. Please let me go and don't even tell me you love me. Because...Because...I'm going to let go of you now."

"Huh??"

"Go on and marry Chiyoko, I don't care anymore. I don't have any plans on acquiring that corporation--it's all yours now."

"..."

"I'm just begging you...Allow me to leave this dreadful place and be happy."

There was a moment of silence between the two of us. 

"I'm letting you go."

His words hit me. It shattered my heart. This is it. We are finally over. 

Without any word, I turned my back against him and left him inside his room.

I couldn't dare to look at his face again. 

---few days later---

Aniue never went home after that night. I guess he decided to stay in his penthouse for the rest of the week. We never have communicated again. I didn't bother to text or call him, and neither did he. We went on with our normal lives just like before. And I guess it should be better this way. 

I'm now moving forward. This is my goal, this is a promise to myself.

Flight NH6751 will now be departing at exactly 10:25AM, kindly secure your passports, and plane tickets upon boarding....

"Yuki..."

"Daiki??"

"Are you ready with this?"

"Y-yes I am." I smiled at him. 

"Okay..." He then pats my head.

"Oh wait, I have something to do by the way..."

"What is it??"

"I'm just going to text someone..."

"oh..." He then starts to walk, leaving me behind. "Better hurry up, we're already boarding this plane."

"Done....H-hey Wait up!!"

Before continuing on, I took a deep breath. This is it. A life without him. 

Slowly, I'll be moving on forward.