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Suna never believed in fate. Well, not really.
But standing there, watching Osamu walk away, he wondered if maybe they were never meant to last.
The silence between them was deafening, words left unsaid turning into walls neither of them knew how to break through. It wasn't a fight, well not exactly-just another moment where Suna help back when he should've reached out, and OSAMU smiled like it didn't hurt when they both knew it did.
Maybe, just maybe, this was the end. Maybe all they had built was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand, no matter how tightly he wanted to hold on.
But if this was the end, why did it still feel like Osamu was waiting for him to do something?