Why did you have to leave me alone? // soukoku //angst
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One look out of a window and everybody could see that the sky over Yokohama was grey.
Like all the days before.
Or maybe it was just his point of view, maybe his world was the only one that seemed so dark and foggy since that specific day. Maybe he was the only one who cared that deeply.
... ...
All the Redhead could think about was that moment. Every time he closed his eyes he saw him.
Him.
Laying there.
In his arms.
... ...
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