☆＊Oumami one-shots＊☆

Beachs

3rd person POV

Silently watching the sea, it seems like it the same one he always sees. That doesn't take away anything from the experience. The cold sand sticking it where his hands are placed on it, the dark blue sea crashing near where he's seated. Beach's are always prettier at night, he believes. When their empty and not filled annoying people or crying baby's.

When the sky is filled with twinkling stars forming constellations. With the moon being able to shine in her full beauty against a dark sky, without the worry of bright blues washing her out.

This is what he would think of the situation he was in if this didn't remind him of a past lover. He can picture the lover pointing out the constellations telling of the stories behind them.

The more grim parts slowly start to return, the smell of the salt reminded him of tears, the wind blowing through the palm trees resonating with the current state of his mind. There so much he could've done the boy thinks fully laying down on the sand. The sand now getting in his hair, the hair his past partner used to braid the pieces of so lovingly.

He thinks he deserves this torment. Maybe if he paid more attention to their conversations or trusted him more it would have ended up better. It may have ended up the way they wanted it to, the way they had fantasies about.

The wedding they would have when same-sex marriage was legalized, the children they would parent in the countryside maybe with a cat or dog. All of the thoughts that came out in late-night talks, with hands intertwined with hands. Under warm blankets in a small apartment full of what was thought to be love.

The roses on the counter showed more meaning than thought beforehand. The petals started to wilt as did their relationship. More fights, more yelling and crying. More sleeping on the couch without warmth beside either of them.

He turned on his side looking for the warmth he had been looking for, for months. Feeling nothing but cold emptiness, just like how it felt sleeping in the bed they once shared, alone. As the final petal fell from the final rose his boyfriend had walked out, given up on everything.

All the thoughts clustered in his head as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes. He didn't have the wonder of a stuffed animal or pillow to cry into this time, not like he had that fateful evening. Just a hoodie that used to belong to his beloved.

Sometimes he wished that his other half just died, it would have probably been easier to deal with. It would have been easier than thinking about how he would have moved on without a second thought.

The boy he cherished just moving on, completely forgetting about the relationship they had shared, like twin flames. He knows he idolizing their relationship, if it was that perfect it wouldn't have ended. If they were true soulmates the relationship wouldn't have burned down the ground in a flaming mess.

It wasn't good for either of them, but they wanted to hold on for as long as possible. No matter how much it burned. He curls in on himself. He needs to just let go already. It was a breakup that was bound to happen from the beginning.

They were opposites. And if he has learned anything. Opposites either connect or completely repel each other. But if he's being completely honest.

He just wants his beloved back

~words 600~

Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been busy and dealing with some issues. AND I've been having a gender crisis for the past month or so. BUT! That's not important. I hope you enjoyed. And no I won't tell you who this was mainly focused on but you can probably guess. Finally I know this is different to my usual writing style but I wanted to change somethings up.See ya!
~ sincerely Ashton (or an author who is pretty sure that he goes by he/him now)