He had never had a chance. That's why, he'd never dared to hope. His friendship alone – for they were friends, title and status aside – was good enough. He could live happily just to be beside him. He could swallow his jealousy and his broken heart and smile. He would take what he could get, however small it was.
But then came that day. There was a month and a day and a year, but he couldn't remember them. He couldn't remember what he was doing before, or what his chores were for the rest of the evening. All he could remember was the lone figure walking back to town, head hung low, and though words passed his lips, he didn't hear them. He already knew.
He didn't know when, exactly, this had started, this fruitless, dead-end love of his, but he suspected it had something to do with the robot he know treasured so much. Such a simple kindness had done so much to his young heart, more than it should have, and now it paved the way for more pain than he ever could have imagined. Not even seeing him with her had inflicted this much agony upon him, because at least then his beloved had been happy.
But now he was gone.
As he curled up in his bed that night, his most precious toy robot clutched tightly to his chest, he couldn't help it. He cried.
Never done a Layton fic before, but I just couldn't help it. Ever since the first flashback it was just… oh god, Henry you are so in love with him jklasdhl. So sad ;o;
Please review~!