I posted this a while back. It's more of a creative writing project (hence the small word count) so I decided to delete it but eventually decided to re-post because I'm working on a second installment. Hope you enjoy. :)

He holds his hand. He grips it tight, and there it was—nothing.

It was gone. He no longer falls into the trance of understanding. The touch that was once electrifying gradually altered his hand into rubber so that he would've been immune to the shock. The gears in his head that aligned every time his flesh made contact with the other man's skin wouldn't align as they used to. His universe was a mess, and from the singular moment of harmony had eventually dispersed and created more black holes in the cosmos.

Zero held Kaname's hand. He held it tight, tighter than he ever held on to anything—tighter than the warm embrace he gave his brother right before the other had parted into an alternate universe that will never parallel to his biological palace. He held it tight, before letting go altogether.

It was night time, and the sky had been illuminated by fireworks. Bright colors greatly contrast with the pitch black sky. Eventually, the sky lights disperse—and his world shifts back to its dreary and mundane regularity.

Kaname looks back at him. His face construed up a confused expression. Zero doesn't shy away from the gaze. Wine met amethyst, and skin met flesh. The idealist met the pragmatic, and this time had a mutual agreement never to meet again—to remain as intersections subject to the restrictions of logic made by men: straight lines never to meet again.

Zero doesn't speak. His voice remains trapped in amethyst pools that had tried to send the message across; and Kaname had always been eager to listen to whatever he had to say even when verbal communication could not ail their desperate souls.

Zero doesn't smile. He doesn't even change his expression. His face remains indifferent, apathetic. His lips part, "goodbye"

But, Kaname knows. He knows the real meaning behind those vague words. He knows it like the back of his hand. He knows every smooth edge and crease in Zero's personality. Kaname can't easily unlearn how to love Zero. He can't undo the past. He can't wipe away the memories and all the reminders of his great love. He'll never forget the one he let slip through his fingers, and he just knows that he'll get away because Kaname will let him—because he loves him even when he can't disrobe himself from the grief that had been prophesized ever since he decided that he loved Kiryuu Zero enough to bare his soul to the devil for a mere assurance that of the silverette's happiness.

Kaname doesn't speak a word. He just nods; his throat dry. He doesn't turn away.

That day, Zero walks out of Kaname's life. He takes his things from their shared flat, and leaves no evidence of his presence in the lavish and once magical haven of domesticity.

That day, Zero Kiryuu comes to the conclusion that love is an illusory state of mind, and it was reserved for the naïve and emotionally damaged.

Thanks for reading that small chunk of text. I'll see you guys in the next installment :D