Our Eternal Summer (MakoHaru)

Chapter 8

           

And so we drank and drank until we were all knocked out.

When morning came, I woke up with a hangover and a broken heart. I couldn't tell which was worse, to be perfectly honest. The room reeked of beer and the oily stint of overnight karaage I had gotten for our supper.

Nagisa and Rei we're officially in brazen mode: Nagisa had shamelessly squeezed himself into Rei's futon and wrapped a leg over his waist. Rei's hand in Nagisa's hair was protective and gentle. It was easy to tell how in love they were, and how happy they were to have each other.

I remembered the image I conjured the day I went to pick them up, where the two of them were in business suits and taking the same train to work. Perhaps it was an image that would come true after all.

Sousuke and Gou's hands were intertwined, although they had left considerable space between their sleeping bodies. Gou's cheeks were still flushed, maybe from the alcohol and excitement, or because the fact that she needn't give Sousuke up hadn't sunk in properly yet.

Haru did not sleep beside me last night. He and Rin were sleeping in an amazing position, like two sides of an arrowhead, their hair almost touching and their feet on the floor instead of inside their futons.

The sunlight that filtered through the blue curtains were bright, but not blinding. It was warm. Soon it would be summer again.

And I felt like the loneliest person in the world.