Tokyo Is Our Vegas // Brolby

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"私はあなたを私の腕の中に入れてからずっとずっと続いています。"

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Cold, a feeling of absence, a feeling of being alone, an overwhelming feeling of anger and sadness.

Cold, the only feeling he could feel as he read the text over and over again, his eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep.

Cold, what he felt buried underneath his blankets, yawning even though he wasn't going to sleep.

Longing, an emotion buried by the cold, the emotion that was begging to surface as it brought tears up to his eyes.

He shouldn't feel this way, but he just feels so lonely.

He shouldn't be lonely, but he let himself get attached.

So now it's just cold.

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Colby, being newly twenty-one, holds a red plastic cup half-filled with beer. His eyes scan the crowd as he sits in a secluded corner. Anyone who passed him would most likely believe that he's just anti-social, no one would think he was looking for something, or rather, someone.

He had told Elton that he would be coming, yet Colby almost didn't want him to. He still hadn't answered the text from nearly four days ago, he had been too scared. He couldn't even tap on the message, the thought of leaving the other boy on read loomed over him. Instead, Colby had deleted the message out of panic.

Fans were beginning to theorize about the absence of the two being together. The videos they used to make, the visits to one another's houses, the lunch 'dates', it was all gone. He tried not to let himself think about it too much as he took a quiet sip from his cup, the cheap plastic feeling hard against his soft lips.

The sting as the alcohol hit the back of his throat reminded him of neon lights and foreign languages swirling around him as the alcohol that lingered on his lips collided with the one that was left on the lips that moved against his in a swift motion.

Electronic music had pounded through the air with a rhythmic beat, the walls around them seemed to vibrate with every bass drop. Around them, the locals had danced and danced, using their hands and arms to emphasize their love for this song. All Colby could focus on was the kiss he was right in the middle of.

As he brought himself back to reality, Colby's lips felt cold as he brought his fingertips up to them, remembering the night. In his other hand, he tightened his grip on the cup. Music blasted through the house, practically making him deaf as he can't hear anything other than the pounding of each note. Around him, people dance and holler and raise their cups into the air.

Colby is hit with a pang of familiarity as he looks around, neon lights flashing through dark rooms and crowds of people, using popular American dance moves as they smile at the people around them. There's only one difference.

He is alone.