VIOLET: CONTRADICTION
Fujima stared sullenly out at the empty street through his room window, a few minutes into the early morning. Suddenly, overcame by an unexplainable fear and loss, he flung the empty wine glass he was holding against a cold wall. The fragile glass shattered into numerous fragments, just like his heart had. Finally, allowing tears to drop silently from his violet eyes, he cried like never before as he sank down on his knees. He had never experienced betrayal, having led a blessed life, as if in anticipation of this eventual blow.
The door opened without a sound. A figure at the doorway cast a shadow onto the ground of the darkened room. Said figure approached the crying man hesitantly, before wrapping his arms protectively around the fallen man. Fujima shoved the person away, anger barely concealed as he smirked arrogantly, "I don't need your pity."
Familiar eyes gazed down at him impassively, willing him to snap out of this dismal state. "Fuck, you aren't listening, are you, you bastard?" Fujima growled, feeling more provoked yet helpless by the second. The arms around him felt so good, and all he truly desired, was to lose himself in the warmth of this person's strong embrace, as well as those concerned eyes behind the heavy black-rimmed glasses. He continued to push him away though, afraid of being hurt again, "Go away. I want to be alone."
Hanagata was torn as he said awkwardly, "Kenji. Give yourself a chance. Give us a chance." Fujima's gaze was rife with unhealed pain, as he heartlessly extracted himself from Hanagata's powerful arms, turning away, rejecting.
All alone again, he thought long and hard. Reaching a decision, he got up, reaching for a large piece of the shattered wine glass and gently pressed it against his wrist, only stopping shortly to whisper a final farewell to his life, and Toru Hanagata who loved him so.