*Tamaki's POV*
I needed her...but now I need him.
I have decided to send Kyoya a text message. It has become sort of second nature for me to do so now. It used to be Haruhi that would hear all of the things that constantly entered my mind. Everything used to be Haruhi. It all concluded so abruptly and the thoughts of why it happened clouded my head which left me in with a new distortion on the world I coexist in and left in shambles.
"Kyoya, can we meet up? I need a talk, this is the last one. I promise..just, please? One last time."
Before sending the message, I stare at the screen for a long period of time. The air stale in living room and I look like a wreck through the reflect of cellular device. The bags under my eyes have darken and acne had appeared upon my face. It was very visible that I had not been taking care of myself like how my normal self would do.
He responded just over thirty minutes later.
"How will this benefit me exactly?"
I read the text message Kyoya sent in the exact tone that he would say to me in real life. Was he bantering me? I'm almost certain he was. That's the thing with Kyoya; you're just never sure. I find that aspect of him fascinating and also something exclusively that is part of his natural personality.
"Very funny. Get over here." I replied back to him.
"This is the last time Tamaki. You need to get over her. This is becoming tiresome."
"I sigh. I know I'll get over her. I just don't know when. I don't think it'll be anytime soon."
After what feels like hours on end, I hear the doorbell ring. I run down the stairs carelessly and opened the door quickly. My eyes brightened up when I saw the other male.
"Kyoya! You actually came!"
I quickly wrapped by arms around him; Embracing him in a hug. HE always felt warm and smelt marvelous. I want to stay in his arms forever. There I felt safe and secure. It's an odd feeling. I can't love him, he's one of my best friends.
"Didn't have much of a choice," Kyoya says in his extremely infamous jokingly tone as he shrugged and hugged me back.
It felt nice to be touched by Kyoya in particular. I've been missing this sort of quality companionship in my life. I have been needing this for quite sometime. My current life consists of me groaning in bed and crying for hours. I let him go even though I didn't want to. I looked at him in eyes for a small fraction of time and begin to move my feet to the direction of my bed room while Kyoya followed behind me.
I love feeling his
"What is it exactly you wanted?" Kyoya said in a soft voice.
I shrugged "Just wanted to talk. I'm sure you know what about."
"Tamaki, the more you talk about it the more it'll hurt you."
We walked into my room and sat down on the bed. We could stay like this for hours. We have done this numerous times in the past.
"I told you, last time. It's only been four or five days. Give me some time to get it all out. You have to understand, she was my everything. I treated her wonderfully, I just don't understand what I did wrong." I felt my voice crack. I lay my back on the bed as I still see Kyoya in my peripheral vision.
"Maybe she didn't like all the attention that you gave her. She was never a fan on becoming the center of attention," Kyoya says while his eyes scatter around the room almost as if he is analyzing his surrounding.
"I should've known.. I feel so stupid."
I started crying. Crying was the last thing I wanted to do today, I haven't gone a day without doing so ever since she left.
"Tamaki..Calm down. Crying won't do anything," Kyoya tells me with his piercing eyes that almost feel like they're looking at the disaster known as my soul. His eyes upheld this nomadic and soothing sensation to them yet Kyoya personality to be built around objectivity and realism. We're opposites yet that makes me more interested to him.
I rolled over and latched onto him. I needed to be held. I put my head on his chest. He's so warm. His warmth and slender built body were the remedy to cure this current heartbreak.
