The boy was curled up into a ball, arms tightly locked around his body as it shivered. He was laid down on the couch. There was nothing to explain the despair he was feeling at such a moment.
It was a heavy weight on his heart. Maybe in the end, he truly wasn't cut out for love. But even though he wanted to hate the other for exposing them and making a mockery of him, he couldn't.
Arms were wrapped around him tightly, hands softly caressing his hair. It was motherly and loving it felt.
"Daiki..."
"Momo, do I just not deserve to be happy...?"
"What do you mean?"
"Everytime something good in my life happens... something always comes to steal it away or ruin it... why? Is it my fault? Am I a bad person?"
In the end, it wasn't about the fairytale forever ever after. The boy would soon find someone to share with, but not the way he wanted.
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Dear Daiki
De Todo"The good are never easy, the easy never good and loving never happens like you think it really should. Deception and perfection are wonderful traits. One will breed love, the other hate." ---------------------------------------------------------- ...
