His Spring Symphony

Chapter Forty Eight: Fire and Flicker

{A/N} Hey hey! My final year project is starting and it's wearing me out. I'm trying my best to be better and strive like always!

Also, this chapter is head-hopping in which that all the scenes are in both Haru and Hunter's POV at the same time. I try to not make you guys confused, so don't worry!

ENJOY!

HARU & HUNTER

   Hunter lived upstairs of his restaurant, and the only door led to his house was in the lightly lit alleyway to the steel black stairs. Haru was so cold but stubborn enough to wait for him. She didn't even know how to act when she see him either.

Even so, when she finally saw him, she felt her breathing hitched. Tired, was the first word came up in her head seeing him. Gosh, she missed him so much that she just want to touch him. She agreed right away to come inside his apartment.

She didn't expect his house to be this small. It was a studio apartment, but it was just a rectangular room with two doors, the entrance door behind her and the other door she assumed it was the bathroom was far in front of her. On her left were a long L grey sofa leaned on the wall where the windows were and two rows of clothing racks that had enough clothes and shoes under them.

"Might wait for a minute?" Haru startled when Hunter turned to her after he lit up this fire. "I- I'm going to change." his finger hesitantly pointed at the other door. She nodded firmly and walked to the right and sat on a longue that was facing the fireplace.

She startled again when Hunter came near to her to give her a blanket. "You were shivering." he said softly. Haru took the blanket almost harshly from his hands that he flinched a little. As she wrapped the blanket around herself, Hunter was already in the bathroom, the door slammed shut. The walls were so thin she could hear water running from the other room.

She looked around again; his bed was the end wall beside the fireplace; too far away to feel its heat but close enough to hear the fire flickering, at least there were two small windows above it, facing the road. His kitchen was small, only a few cabinets with a medium size fridge place beside the door of the bathroom. There one small round table that probably from IKEA placed where you could face it when you sat on the L sofa. The walls were all painted grey like he was unbothered to even take care of it. The only light came from the lightly lit fireplace and a lamp near the racks, it made his house seemed grim.

Even her crap place was bigger than this and has two rooms. "Your house is so small." She said to herself.

"Yeah." She startled again when she heard his fake chuckle. "This was all I could I afford. My account got frozen." He said behind the door.

Hunter wanted to drown himself in the sink. His heart was beating crazily that he went to excuse himself to the bathroom to calm down. He stared at himself in the mirror, his hair was choppy, his had cut it short like soldiers in the military but it grew so wildly. His eyes were more sunken and lifeless.

He didn't want this. He didn't want her to see him like this. He was poor and scared of not having enough money to survive. People always thought to have a business was good enough but it was not- you still have to pay your staff, the materials, bills, rent, and rent in this place was shitload despite the building being fucking old and fucked up.

He finally understood entirely why Haru agreed to marry him in the first place. The anxiety, the fear was terrible.

His mouth was quivering. He wanted to cry. He didn't want her to see him like this. She deserved so much more than Hunter four years ago and Hunter now.