Osomatsu-Niisan?

The Reason You Left

When will I see you again?
Osomatsu sighed, walking aimlessly away from the crowd. Suddenly he didn't feel like people watching. His stomach had long dropped to his feet and his eyes had begun to water.
You left with no goodbye..
The defined lines in the sidewalk began to blur and disappear in his vision. His hands began shaking again. Maybe it was the cold? Or the anxiety.
not a single word was said.
Either way he shoved his shaking hands into his hoodies pocket, pushing himself forward. He huffs, causing the air infront of him to fog up.
No finial kiss to seal anything..
A stray tear rolls down his cheek as he wondered where his dear brothers where now. He wondered if they thought about him anymore, or if he were just a page ripped out of a book too soon. Maybe they had completely forgotten him.
I had no idea the state we where in.
He rubbed his thumb over one of the rocks in his pocket, it's rough surface seeming welcoming and warm.
I know I have a fickle heart,
The cavity in his chest felt empty, as he lifted a fist to rub the wetness from his eyes.
And a bitterness,
His nose scrunched up as his facial expression changed to a small scowl. Why was he crying? So many people saw him. He felt stupid and angry..
And a wandering eye,
He lifted his gaze, shoving his hand back into his pocket. His eyes fell onto a small oden stand. There sat a man in a pink hoodie, sitting alone and on his phone.
And a heaviness in my head.
Osomatsu's mind went blank as the man turned his head to look into the busy city. A face just like his, but smoother and softer. His feet moved on their own, walking directly to the youngest Matsuno brother. His hand pulled the brown beanie off his head and extended it forward. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I think this is yours..."
The man turned around, his annoyed glare turning into wide doe eyes.
"Osomatsu?"
But don't you remember?