A short spring

Disclaimers: The characters don't belong to me, I won't be writing fanfiction if they did, and I'm not taking any profit from this.

This was written in a five minutes break in school and may be a little confusing, but that's not my problem :p.

*** indicate change of POV.

Enjoy.

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He cannot take it.

He cannot take it, every time he looks at him, he thinks he's gonna lose his control.

He wants to scream.

How can you feel so cold and empty and at the same time, burn with the fire of longing? If he was an object, he would be a stone, a stone that is burning.

He cannot look out of the window at the trees without thinking about him. After all, trees have a special meaning too. He cannot walk along the streets, in middle of the chattering crowd, without missing him, his warmth and his coldness.

Where is he now?

How can you love and hate at the same time, love and hate him so much?

He is burning.

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It doesn't work.

His routine calmness is going, at first slowly and unnoticeably, but now, very little of it is left.

The nicotine isn't working either.

/Do you miss him?/

'I do not', he says, knowing at the same time that it's not true.

Since when has he begun to yearn for things he knows even he cannot have?

He looks out of the windows and at the trees, the grass, their fresh green, their dark green. Their green that is awashed by raindrops, shining and so alive.

Green like his eyes, shining, and so dead.

He hasn't changed, it does nothing to convince him no matter how many times he would repeat it, he hasn't changed.

The only thing he changed is him.

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/Oh God... / He feels as if he was drowning in the flowers. It was spring, so unfitting to the time - the end of this world...

Flying, flying, soft and diminutive petals, he feels like drowning.

Why is he here?

What is he doing here?

The soft wind is caressing his face, softly like a lover.

The whole park is welcoming him, the deadly nature calling him into its arms.

A ruffle. The sound of shoes, light, through the wet grass.

He turns.

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The pulling in his mind, he could feel it, and...

Him?

Quickening his steps into the sheltered part of the park, the fragrance of flowers flowing his senses.

His fragrance flowing his senses...

And he is dancing, the little pink petals dancing with him, making his ivory skin seem more white even, marble-like. The rose of hi cheeks adorable under the green lagoons, the flutter of long, dark lashes, contrasting his paleness.

Like dreaming...

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One moment, the young man swirled around, and green meets amber in the rain of petals, eyes widening, welling like disturbed water.

And in the next second, he has turned back again, jumping up like a young deer catching glimpse of the hunter.

And he is gone.

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The other does not follow, under falling blossoms and the rain.

Owari.

Author's notes: I hope you liked it, and are going to give me some comment ^^°. The pairing was S/S if anyone has not noticed yet, and yeah, thank you for reading.

-Hioebis.