A soft wail echoed against the white walls. A soft haired brunette stood by the door silently, his brown eyes darkening at the screams and wails of the person behind the door. He let out hushed whispers, not daring to interrupt the other.
Brown eyes traced the room, stopping quietly on an open envelope. He slowly approached the low table, picking up the folded paper.
The scent of rosemary was very strong. So strong... it was sickening. He felt his heart drop. The letter read only kind words of consultation. He fought back tears, to no avail.
Today has not been fair.
Life has never been fair.
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FanfictionSix years have passed since Furihata's last year of high school. Everyone had gone their separate ways. When Furihata suddenly ends up in the hospital after his ex-boyfriend's betrayal, how will the long lost friends help him? What about the familia...
