It felt as though a thousand years had gone by all in the same year. Two years had gone, nothing changed for me. I was stuck with the same problems I've caused I could still remember as clear as daylight. Every day when I did my payments I always messed up on the year, I kept forgetting two years had gone because it felt as though nothing had changed for me at all.
I moved away from the home my family lived in, Meiko, Luka, Rin. I told no one I was leaving, especially not him, he found out because he was that smart. He had always told me he was good at guessing, but the small hints I dropped that no one picked up, Len was the only one who could and piece them together. I could tell how he felt, how hurt he looked in his eyes. I tried to pretend I couldn't see it, I lied to myself that I was the one who was hurt the most, but it was him.
I tried to pack everything in my room, all that would be left was the furniture and mattress and whatever else I didn't want to take with me. I searched for my blue scarf, I felt stupid, it wasn't with me. I looked at the yellow plaid scarf, wrapping it around my neck. I could have just shoved it in a bag and not have to see it. I planned out where I was going to live, I had enough money for rent.
I secretly sent away my belongings to my new home, I was only left with one empty suitcase.
You pack your few belongings; the clock ticks, you lock the case; the clock and lock click in sync. The place you had called home for five years means nothing to you. Everyone at home is at a stir, especially him.
You couldn't forget him; a strawberry blond male who you promised to look after and take care of. He had eyes full of emotion and you could read so damn well into his eyes.
His beautiful skin two shades lighter than yours, the skin you touched. Whether he gave permission or struggled to. Beaten and bruised by your own hands. Your cheek was swollen two days before by his hands. It had gone down but not his wounds you caused as you scraped your nails painted blue into his thin flesh and he cried in pain.
Your older sister is ashamed to look into your eyes, you called her a failure, the one you had grown up with for six years. She was alone for two years until you came along and brightened her world.
She could no longer smile whenever she saw your face, you'd yell at her and at times you had slapped her.
No one else wanted to look at you in the eye, especially not the strawberry blond you once called your love.
Every day you used to whisper it and smile; "I will always love you." He replied back with an "I love you, too."
You never asked but wondered why he never said the exact words back at you. Len secretly had his doubts deep down inside his heart and he never knew it. He was the most complex in terms of expressing emotions.
He had been like that ever since Act 1.
This is my first, more to come.