It all falls apart

Piece by piece

He had never cared, nor will he bother caring for others – but when the almost cliche moment had happened, when he had started caring, hell, even falling for another person, he couldn't help but remember the times with his parents.

Two separate minds, two separate bodies, two separate people only kept together because of him. They wanted to do nothing with the other, they didn't want each other, they didn't care for each other.

'This is all your fault!'

Yells of it being his fault, screams, cuts, bruises, cries. Everything was his fault, everything!

He would sleep every other night on the ground, hiding underneath his bed, his fist in his mouth to keep his cries, his sniffles from being heard. But every once in awhile they would grow too loud, too heartfelt and they would hear – and they would see how distorted this child had become. Their hearts would break, their screams would fade from their throats, and they can only stare as the child suffocated himself in his misery – because it was all his fault.

Nothing helped no more, as the child was too far gone to be helped and the only thing that could help was his parents – his breakers – to leave him be.

That's how he was today, that's how he was five years ago, that's how it he would always be – alone.

But then she came along, just like the wind. Her smiles their own little rays of light – his rays of light in the dark, cold world he let himself live in.

Whenever his thoughts would stray to his childhood, she would always be around to wipe those memories clean, to wipe him clean. Around her, he would smile, he would laugh, he would do many things he didn't dare show others.

She made him weak – weak to his knees.

Her caresses when she talked to him, the way she easily got him to talk with just a gentle and comforting touch – it seemed so surreal, yet here it was happening.

'I think, I'm falling for you – but I know you won't catch me'

When she murmured those words to him, he felt himself still, yet he couldn't say anything against it. He knew it was true – but, just but, she had another thing to say.

'But I know you're falling for me too – so I'll catch you.'

A chuckle had escaped him, a free and wonderful sound. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him, and whispered.

'I'll catch you one day.'

From the twisted-ness that his parents had left him, to the hate they instilled him, to the fear that they left him – this girl, who bothered, unlike others, had gotten to him. The cuts, the bruises, the tears, the cries, now they only made him stronger.

'Kyoya?'

He pulled the black haired woman into a hug, a few tears falling from his eyes. He was child again, he was crying, but this time – as the woman wrapped her arms around him and began sobbing with him – he couldn't help but feel that it was for the better.

His tears fell silent, while her cries echoed in the room they sat. Tears, compensating for years lost, and now will serve as a starter for new years to gain.

And the fallen pieces that were scattered,

slowly began being put back together.

Bit by bit