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The Boy from Across the Road { Haruka x Makoto }

Sunday.

The cotton curtains were still drawn from yesterday yet the sun shone through strong.

This troubled Haruka, whom was still asleep.

Well, attempting to sleep.

The lights gaze was fully onto his eyesight making him scrunch his face in a prune like manner.

He tried moving and turning into a different position hence the sun's rays had already claimed those particular spots.

Groaning, he threw the covers off of his body and lunged out of bed while trudging to the windows. Not wanting to be doing what he had to. He smacked open the curtains, giving up on his pursuit of getting back to bed.

And fair enough, the sun was shining. On an early december day.

It looked as if it was hot out but who exactly was the weather trying to fool?

Haruka could tell it was frosty since the air was misty and passersbys' breath could be seen. Leaves were scattered and spread across the icey winter floor, some frozen into puddles while some late but fresh ones lay untouched upon the ground.

But there was one particular thing that caught his eye. A boy, probs the same age as Haruka, was walking up and down the road, as if deciding wether to do something or not.

it looked like he expected the weather that day since he was dressed for the occasion. but what for?. Haruka decided to watch him for abit. something about him made him want to watch his every move.

The mysterious boy then stood still. His back was currently to Haruka at the moment, him facing the big metal fence that seperated the pavement from the junkyard. The boy's big furry eskimo like coat covered and surrounded his whole body. Warm. Like the one Makoto use to wear most winters. As soon as Haruka thought that he shuddered. He didn't like thinking about anything associated with makoto.

The boy then started to turn around, taking mini steps, one by one till he turned a full 180 degrees. That location being exactly the window Haruka was watching him out of. Haruka found it abit strange but carried on watching to see what he would do next.

All of a sudden, The boy started smiling and waved at Haruka. Well, it's what it looked like at least. Haruka continued to watch him, as usual with a blank expression. The eskimo boy kept on waving. pausing every now and then, as if he was to get his exact attention. Haruka decided to give him that attention and waved back.

The boy started jumping and waving more, knowing he had got what he had wanted. Haruka found it entertaining how he reacted so decided to wave more, this time with a smile.

The Boy started clapping before he stopped waving all together. He repositioned his standing structure, standing up straight. He hit his fist on his chest as if to clear his throat. Haruka found this cheesy but it kept the smile on his face.

Th boy looked around, to see if anyone was watching. Haruka saw what he was trying to accomplish and looked across his window too, as if to help the boy and to makes sure that the coast was clear.

And sure enough it was. Haruka nodded to the boy and the boy nodded back, before He took a deep, breath exaggerating it by pumping up his chest greatly. Haruka roled his eyes, and waved his hand hurridly.

The boy at first pointed to his eye, mouthing the word 'eye' itself. Haruka nodded as in to say he understood what he meant. He then inditacted the number 2 with his hand before making a heart shape with his fingers. Haruka nodded again, this time a pang in his heart had formed. He knew what was going on.

Lastly, the boy indictaed a 3 and then pointed at Haruka, while wiping his eyes; His tear stained eye. Haruka himself could feel tears running down his cheeks. He looked down towards his window seal, only so the boy didn't have a chance to see he was crying. But that didn't matter.

Did it?

No, it didn't. He didn't have to hide his feelings from strangers. But was he a stranger?

No. he was anyting but a stranger. he was infact one of the closest people he had

Had. Had. Was, before; in the past. He was in the past. That boy was in the past. He was having memories from the past.

Makoto Tachibana was in the past. All feelings and sense of love was, in the past.

Haruka then looked back up, but the boy was gone, nothing left was of him. It seemed as if time had started moving again. Clocks unfroze and people moved once more. But Haruka didn't.

Infact, he continued to stare out the window at the exact place the boy had been standing. nothing of him moved but the tears down his face and the raspy breathing that racked through his body.

' I love you' was all that he repeated quietly to himself, for nothing else could describe how he felt about a past lover who was once but never there.