The silver moon in the blood red sky brings my feelings back. The way we were and still should be. How much have things changed in the time we've been apart? Do you still love me? Do you want me around any more? Or through the time that has passed have you moved on? You were always so popular, everybody adored you. Like me.
Slowly I make my way through the familiar streets to your house, the cherry blossom tree I forced you to get. The small flower litter than garden; memories of when we got this tree, the times we spent together in the garden. Do you remember our times together? Silence. I walk along your path, up the door, the orange glow through your window proves your awake. Working all night again? I raise my hand to knock at the door. Hesitation fills my mind, I trace my hand down the wood of the door until my hand touches my side. A sigh escapes my mouth as I walk out of the garden, away from your house. As I exit the garden in a mild attempt to forget the memories that are flooding my mind.
I final glance tot he place I once called home I start my lonely walk to my empty flat. The sound of the night and scent of the earth ease my mind. Without cause I stop in the spot where we first met, the glowing moon and darkening sky act as a decoy to my emotions. Without a second thought I took my phone from my pocket and dialled your number, the number implanted into my mind. Desperate to hear you voice just one more time I press the phone to my ear.
Nothing. A tone. A message... here I go...
"Hey... it's um just Shuichi... I hope to see you soon... call me?"
As I end the call and stuff my phone back in my pocket I curse myself out loud. "BAKA! You leave for two years don't talk to him for six months and you say 'call me' BAKA BAKA BAKA!!" as I realize there are people looking at me I remove my hat and glasses.
A girl no older than 17 watches me remove my hat, her screams echo around as she charges at me. Why does this always happen? Cant they leave me alone? I run as fast as I can towards my flat, the crowd of fans following me. I struggle to open the door but once inside slump against the door.
My legs give way as I hug my knees. My heart skips a beat as I feel the vibration of my phone, the tone starts to ring. I struggle to catch my phone in time. As the last of the tune plays I answer. Just in time, thank God.
"Hello? Shuichi speaking..." I call down the phone casually, unaware of the presence on the other end.
"Shuichi you wanted something?..." the voice replied, the sound of your voice filled my with happiness, I shake with uncontrollable excitement "Shuichi? Its Yuki... you called...?"
"Oh yeah... Yuki... my tour is over... I'm back... I want to see you again... I..."
"Shuichi... stop talking, if you back why aren't you home?" his voice seemed softer now. I couldn't contain my excitement any more.
"Yuki... Home? With...with you?"
"Yes, home, here... with me..." his voice seemed to get harsher again. My Yuki wants me Home.
"Yuki... I'm coming home!" I yelled down the phone, ended the call, stuffed my phone into my pocket and bounced around the flat.
I bounced from the flat, through the crowd of fans towards my Yuki. As I laughed at my own stupidity I began to run. The emotions and adrenaline rushing through my body at the thought of being near you again. I run as fast as I can until I'm there again. At your door, our door.
As I bring my hand to the door in an attempt to knock the door swings open and your there, the light behind you like an angel. It's you, I'm home.