Week 1
Misaki walked along the dark grey path, following his instincts. Trees of death followed him by his sides and the stone path was cold. The snow from the sky never looked so white before. The world never looked so dull before. Life never seemed so meaningless before.
What had he been doing before this?
Ah, that's right...Akihiko Usami. What a familiar name. What was the color of his eyes again? What was the feel of his hair? The touch of his skin.
Misaki was craving it again. The cold, yet warm touch of Akihiko. He missed it so much.
The childish behavior. The complains and sudden invasions of personal space. He wanted to see him again, touch his hand, kiss his lips and share his warmth.
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Week 2
Misaki walked along the path of the warm grass, the flowers were blooming. The birds were chirping. The sun was glowing.
But….
To Misaki, the flowers were withered. The birds' were singing him a pitiful song. And the sun, the sun was so dark. Misaki breathed in the Earth. The smell of summer fill his nose.
Usually, if he was still here, they would be eating ice-cream together. But he isn't here anymore. Misaki forced his tears back in.
He's gone, maybe everyone else had accept it, but Misaki has not. He would never accept it. The man promise him that they would be together forever. But, Akihiko liked o lie anyway.
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Week 3
Misaki walked along the trail of leaves. The leaves under him were orange, yellow, red and some green. The smell of the coffee shop overwhelmed him, pumpkin spice filling his nose. This was Akihiko's favorite shop.
They had laughed in here. They had kissed here secretly. They had tea together here. They had made memories here. But, those memories are gone. All gone.
Misaki walked home, the people around him made it difficult to walk. As he crossed the road slowly, he wished a car could just chase him already.
He entered the apartment they use to share. Everything was the same. Expect for the love in the air. The apartment was now cold, dusty and lonely. Everything was the same, except for the other human being that was suppose to be here too.
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Week 4
Misaki walked along the wet floor. The umbrella covering him from the rain was black. Just like his world. When did long walks in the rain ever sound romantic?
He dropped the umbrella and let the water take him. His hair, his cheeks, his eyes. The rusty smell of rain overfilled his nose. The water dripped down from his body and it felt so good.
He continued to walk, the flowers seemed to be suffering too. They seemed to be over-flooded by the water and was screaming to be covered. Misaki walked over and gently placed the black umbrella over them. He smiled, a little bit, for what seemed like a long time.
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Week 5
Too much, too much, too much. Misaki thought as he walked along the stone path. He walked up to a stone.
Usami Akihiko
Son, brother, author and friend
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He sat on the stone, letting the coldness take over him. He soon started to go blind, he soon started to go numb. He soon started to die. He smiled as he felt the life being sucked away from him. Yes, it would be time. He could be happy again. Akihiko would be happy to see him too. Yes, everything will go back to normal now. Everything will be alright now.