Missing
Disclaimer: SlamDunk does not belong to me. (if only)
Warnings: Senru, very mild angst
Somehow, it just isn't the same anymore.
Strange, that the simple lack of something that wasn't even there until a couple of weeks ago would affect me so much.
I feel... strangely expectant. A nameless anticipation seems to pulse through my head, filling it with his eyes, passionately blue. A frisson of tension prickles down my back. Inexplicable. I know he isn't coming.
I wouldn't.
* * *
"First to twenty."
I wish he'd come.
"Is there anyone better than you? In Japan?"
Yes. You in a year.
"I'm leaving for Tokyo."
Are you ever coming back?
/Messy black hair. Intense stare. Him./
Ever?
* * *
I close my eyes, let the basketball I was bouncing come to rest smoothly in the grip of my hand. He's gone, 'ahou... why would he come back?
Gone. A knot of coldness grips me. Not precisely painful... it's more numbing than anything else. I manage to forget it in the day, cover it with laughter and chitchat and casualness.
But it doesn't ever leave.
And when I'm here, where you used to be... then I feel it tightening.
Are you ever coming back?
Kaede?
A/N: Short, I know, but how is it?