Flying High, Falling Low

"That's impossible," Hayamichi's voice was curt and held an edge to it "You could never be Sho,"
Some hours later and the words were still ringing in Masaki's ears, had been since they were spoken, hanging heavily in the air between him and Hayamichi as he struggled for words.
He trudged along the beach and after tripping on another pebble, began paying more attention to where he was walking, almost immediately noticing the person who was staring out at sea, waves lapping at their feet.
𝘏𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪...