Epilogue
Kouichi opened his eyes and stared blakly up at the ceiling. Almost four years after that fateful night and it felt only moments ago. He rolled on his side and glanced at the digital green clock next to the bed. One in the morning. If it wasn't the dreams, it was insomnia and the constant of thinking on what had occured. He climbed out of bed, careful to not diturb his partner, and pulled on his jacket and ripped blue jeans.
"Where are you headed," the brunette on the opposite side of the bed asked wearily. Kouichi smiled down at him in the moon light.
"I'm only headed out to the balcony."
"Can't sleep again?" the other asked.
"It's not that. Just had a weird dream. I'll be back in a few. Go back to sleep." And with that, he kissed his partner on the forehead gently and exited the room.
The landing outside was empty and cold from the winter air. Kouichis' bare feet padded silently to the balchony door and out onto the shingled patio. Two wooden rockers overlooked the slightly unkempt law, and Kouichi reflected on the past few years. The only thing he'd really done with his life was finding himself and his lover, but it seemed a bit more. After the incident 4 years piror, Kouichi had set out on a journey to explore what it was to truely be alone. Along with regular therapy and a high dose of atidepresents, he had finnaly found what he needed: himself. Shortly after, he had found a soulmate, one that truely understood him, even better than his own family on some occasions.
Kouichi lit a vanilla cigar and drew on the end deeply, grinning slightly at the flavor. 'Well, everyone has vices,' he thought to himself.
Stuffing one hand into his jacket pocket, he leaned against a support column for the overhanging roof.
Creak
"Couldn't sleep?" One of Kouichis' roommates had walked out behind him, shirtless and cross-armed, a ciggarette hanging from his lips as well.
"Dreaming of the past again." Both stood in silence for a moment before the taller roommate chimed in.
"Did you refill your meds?"
"No." If Kouichi had been faceing his roommate he could have seen the concerned glare coming off of the tall mans face.
"And why not, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Don't need them anymore" Kouichi turned to face his friend, smiling. "I can't hear them anymore" His roommate simply stared at him.
"You... What, now?"
Kouichi sighed calmly. "I can't hear them anymore. The voices," he explained, seeing the puzzled look on his friends face. "I stopped taking them a month ago." At this, the friend looked shocked. Never had he seen his best friend Kouichi look so happy since...
"I take it you're not going to therapy anymore either?" Kouichi simply smiled and shook his head, puffing on his cigar.
"Why? Do I seem like I still need it?" Kouichi giggled a little in his throught. His friend simply smiled.
"No, I wouldn't say you do." Kouichi extinguished his cigar before walking back into the house. As he did, a thought struck him.
"So, what are you going to do now," his friend asked.
"I'm going to make a phone call" Kouichi pulled out his cell and dialed his bothers number, hoping that it was still the same.
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"Hello?"
The end.
Written with true love for one of my best friends. I don't expect you to understand it, people. I just needed to say thanx.
Alythira