It seems all I ever write is drabbles. T_T How annoying. Anyway, this is a little thing that I baked up from Yoite's point of view. This is what AMV's do to me. And, uh, yeah. In my opinion, Yoite and Miharu really do love eachother. But it's not a relationship where they even have to be like "I love you" or whatever. Their connection goes beyond words. It's the most powerful kind of love in the universe; a love that goes beyond time and death and memory.

So hurr you go. Nothing is mine.

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I look at Miharu. I want to touch him, but my hands are so dirty. He looks like he's about to cry, and I can only shut my mind off from it. Or try. I promised myself I wouldn't attach myself to anything, but somehow this guy has managed to invade my barriers.

The sun is low in the sky. I can only think, 'It looks really pretty'. With Miharu by my side I wonder if I can touch it, because with Miharu I can do anything.

I can do anything.

I pull my glove on till it's taught against my dusty fingers. I have no words for Miharu, so I just put my hand to his cheek, rubbing at the soft spot next to his eyelid. He looks at me, my chest tightens, and I can't even smile for him. I wish I could, just a little. Just a little, just for him.

"Miharu," I rasp, my lungs barely breathing his name. He gives me a sweet sad smile, laying his hand over mine. and that funny turning in my stomach happens.

"Yoite. It's alright. I'll keep our promise," He tells me. He's trying to comfort me. I'm trying to figure out why my heart is palpitating.

"Hn..."

So don't worry anymore, he tells me. Don't worry anymore. I listen to him and at the same time wonder how he is capable of being softer than any pillow. My head is resting against his, and his hair is so soft. I relish that feeilng.

I think my face is covered with water, it feels wet. Oh, those are tears. I wonder if they taste salty. Miharu notices and his fingers squeeze around my hand. I promise, Yoite, he whispers. I promise.

I want to freeze time. My heartbeat would slow and would no longer thump so loudly in my chest. I wish I could taste the salt.