Yukine finally leaves Yato. What will become of the god? Will Yukine realize his mistake? Or will they never reunite? Angsty af. Yukine, who's head had tilted up enough to glance at his collar bone, flinched as his name shattered and dissipated into shimmering blue dust, floating out the window and disappearing into the sky. The dust looked like a diamond mist was dancing through the air, promising goodness in the unique patterns it created. It was such a wrongly beautiful thing; something this alluring didn't fit the mood nor the moment. This is a one shot based off of the chorus of the song I Try, by Macy Gray. There will be one or two SHORT (like, a sentence) lyrics scattered around the story.All Rights Reserved
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