Things We Used To Share

It's You

When Hiro woke up, his mouth tasted like dried blood.

His own blood.

It was stale. Old, dried blood.

He didn't have time to relax as the memories attacked him, burning his old wounds and making his head spin.

He could still hear the gunshots. He could still  feel the bullets piercing his skin like fire inside his bones.

Was he dead?

Did he turn to dust?

Maybe he was captured.

He gripped his head, squishing his hair in his hands and feeling his nails dig into his scalp. A sighed left his lips and he wanted to cry.

"Hiro, come back."

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

"The world is cruel."

"It's safer with me-"

The bed creaked from underneath him, splintering and breaking apart. The lights flickered on and off, and Hiro swore he could see his uncle within the darkness of the room, getting closer and closer.

His hands outstretched, as if pulling Hiro into a hug.

The windows cracked and broke, glass shattering on the ground.

He was hurting.

He could feel his wounds healing, his body weaving his veins and bones back together. His wounds still burned, still sizzled on the inside and made him feel like he had been tortured by the devil himself.

"Hiro!"

Everything stopped.

The lights stayed off, the bulb breaking and shattering to the floor. The bed creaked, a long groan leaving the wood.

He looked up, wide eyes met with wet, worried, maroon eyes. Hands wrapped around him, pulling him forward.

He was coddled into the chest of this person.

Rido drifted away.

Soft hands filling him warmth, a calming voice that relieved his fears. The voice told him it was alright, he could feel tears that weren't his own.

He was scared, so very scared.

He closed his eyes again, begging whoever it was not to leave in a quiet, rusted voice.

They promised they wouldn't.

They promised they'd stay.

He knew that voices, he'd heard them laugh before, heard them yell and smile. His chest squeezed and ached, leaving him breathless.

He closed his eyes, leaning against them.

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When he woke up again, he still in the arms of this stranger.

He groaned, feeling his wound ache. His eyebrows furrowed, a cough leaving him as he tried to go back to sleep, snuggling deeper into the chest of this person.

His mind was too fuzzy to register what was going on. He just wanted to sleep, held by warm arms.

He started to drift into sleep again.

"...Hiro?"

He paused completely.

His eyes grew wide, his body flinching in surprise and shock. He looked up, eyelashes fluttering as he blinked.