❝𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚
𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 ?❞
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In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for?
There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at...
The crashing sounds of the waves roared. The clouds were scattered across the sky creating the most beautiful scenery.
Shimmers of gold and amber pierced through the clouds and stretched out into the dark abyss of the ocean that layed below. It was so dark yet the shades of amber reflected onto the grains of sand and pearl white shells that lay so gracefully beneath the shallow sea.
I wanted to stay here forever. is this what Bokuto saw before he made his final decision? It all stretched so far beyond my reach.
I lifted my limp arm as I reached out towards the sea. The cold winds wrapping around and through my fingers. My pale cold hands shook ever so slightly as I reached out...
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The emptiness within my hands caused my eyes to well up almost suddenly.
I needed Bokuto here. I needed his embrace. His presence. I wanted whatever bits of threads I had left of him in my mind here besides me.
Ah. That phone call.
The sudden gush of wind that almost brought me to my knees snapped me back to my thoughts from not long ago.
I head towards my car. My keys creating a fuss as I rumaged through my pocket to find them.
The drive back towards my apartment wasn't too far. Perhaps 20 minutes? I was by myself, yet the silence within the car was deafening. Opening up the glove box, I dug my arm as far as I could to find an old cd I had bought not too long ago.
'what-?'
A small cissete flung out of the glove box and onto the passenger seat. I didn't think much of it as I had many similar cisetes just like that. As I leaned over to throw it back in, I noticed something peculiar. Something that shook me to my core as I recognised the hand writing on the label.
T-this is from Bokuto?
A million thoughts ran through my head.
What was the cisete doing in my glovebox? Had he left it there by mistake?
No. That's not like Bokuto.
This was left by him. He left it for a reason.
I brought the cisete closer towards my face as I peered at the writing.
