You're The Last One

Alone Again

The body was satisfied but Takano's heart was empty as a shell.

The lenght of time they were entangled for the first time in ten years was long yet short. Naked on top of his disheveled sheets, Takano hadn't moved a muscle from that afternoon till the Monday that came the next day. For the first time without actually getting sick, Takano didn't come to work.

Takano just lied on his bed on his side, his pillow unmistakably wet from the glimmering in his eyes. Ritsu left sometime when he was still sleeping. The idiot left when Takano was so sure he wrapped himself like a rope around Ritsu. His heart left him, for the second time even when he already asked Ritsu not to.

The afternoon ray vanished, shadows crawled in. That was when tears streamed down Takano's face and sobs escaped his lips. Sobs that nobody has ever heard filled his room where Ritsu's scent still lingered.

A year and two months passed by in a series of problems at work and hearing useless gossips from the people around him. He had cried his eyes out that afternoon and was back to living his life like he used to do.

Nobody could guess that he had this gaping hole in his chest as he went on with his day to day living. Onodera Ritsu has ceased contact since then. Some said he went back overseas. Some said the brunette has been involved with bad people. The most outrageous thing Takano heard that led him sleepless for nights was Ritsu being dead.

He was so scared about that because out of all the crazy things flying about Ritsu, that was the only thing that was most likely to happen.

"Eleven-fifteen?"

It was a shock when Takano looked at his wrist watch. He only said 'okay', 'good work' to the many people who greeted him upon going home. He didn't realize that he was actually the only soul in that office. The other corners were dark. His only companion was his shadow.

He reached for the back of his neck as he started looking up. Another tiring day. Another boring day. He closed his eyes, groaning at the stuck vein somewhere in his system.

If there would be no news about Ritsu after all these months...the dark haired man stood, frowning at his own train of thoughts. He cut them off before he hurt himself.

Silently, he went out, turned off the lights and dragged his feet home. He was afraid, this way of living would soon consume him into a living corpse.