Tokyo Is Our Vegas // Brolby

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"これが前と同じように終わるつもりならば、私はあなたを私の近くでは望んでいません。"

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The blond had snuck down the stairs, catching his attention, drawing his interest as he kept an eye out for anyone that followed.

He mostly likely smelled like Tokyo, he had imagined.

Neon lights, dance clubs, foreign people, alcohol and body heat were all the things he imagined had been attached to the blond as he slunk down the stairs, down to the arms of his girlfriend.

Relationships must be nice, he thought as he weaved through the crowd, the front door in his sights.

The cold touch of the door knob brings relief rushing through his veins.

Once again, he leaves Tokyo behind.

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Brennen stands on the side of the road, right outside the house, waiting for his Uber. He sighs, scrolling through his social media and trying not to think about the party that is going on behind him. All he wants is to go home, order some food, and forget everything that happened while he was at the party, like it had never even happened.

Five minutes later, a car pulls up beside him, his Uber, and he gets in without a word. All he does is give a smile and a nod to the driver as he sits inside before turning around to close the door.

His eyes lock with a familiar boy in a window on the second story.

The door shuts and his attention is returned to his phone, scrolling through his social media once again as the driver plays soft music, most likely from an a few decades before he had been born. It wasn't his first choice when it came to music, but somehow it calmed him down, relieving him of the tears that stung his eyes.

Leaving Tokyo was supposed to hurt, but he knew he couldn't stay there. He had a whole other life that was waiting for him, no matter how wrong that sounded, it was true. He couldn't live the way he lived and have everything he wanted.

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Colby closes his curtains as he watches the car speed off into the night, confirming his fears, he knew it was basically over at this point. Music still booms underneath his feet as his head hangs, his chin brushing against his chest as he lets out a sigh, hand running through his brown hair.

After a few minutes of standing in sorrow, he crawls into his bed, pulling the blankets over his head as he lets out another sigh. He knew he had to deal with it in the morning, that sleep would only bring him temporary comfort so what was its point anymore? What could it do for him now that all the cards were on the table?

Exactly, nothing.