A/N: I own nothing~ everything in Senyu belongs to it's rightful owner! Brought over from my tumblr account where this one-shot was originally posted.
Name: I'm Lonely
Summary: A short little Senyuu AU with Alba and Ros- in which Ros is lonely — I regret everything. *Insert Gross Sobbing Here*
"Hey…if I'm not back by then will you be worried o-or maybe even lonley?" Ros could hear the sadness that danced around in Alba's question.
Of course he would be worried, when Alba would return late from work Ros would wait for the teen to return to their shared apartment. No matter how late it was Ros would not allow himself to fall asleep until Alba returned or at least dropped him a call.
Cell phone by his side and taking his usual spot at the couch he provided for them Ros would wait, wait and wait. Alba would never call him the teen feared his wrath; Ros quickly learned that. So, he was left with waiting and the feeling of being empty.
But instead of telling Alba how he would really feel Ros laughed at Alba's question and continued to cook breakfast. "Ha! As if I would be worried— it's you whom should feel lonely and worried when I decided to go out!"
With a defeated smile Alba slowly made his way towards the front door, throwing his bag over his shoulder the teen turned around with a sad smile as he said. "I hope… that if anything ever does happen to me that you'll be able to find happiness with another."
[-X-]
'Ah… it's time.' that was Ros's first thought, looking at the time on his wrist watch. Twelve thirty am… making his way out of the coffee shop after paying his bill and leaving a tip Ros walked down the moonlit street.
Holding a bouquet of white lilies in both of his hand Ros held the bouquet closed to his chest, wishing that he did not have to do this— Ros wish that accident did not happen at all three years ago. Some days it all felt like a dream a horridly realistic dream that would not leave him alone.
Yet here he is again, his eyes slowly filling up with tears a sad smile on his face as he leans down and places the bouquet on the tombstone; his fingers caressing the name on the headstone lovingly before he pulled away to say the same thing he's said for the past three years.
Knowing full and well that the other whom lies six feet under would not hear him… he never did. But it was still nice to say it all the same—some how it chased away the loneliness that was slowly devouring his heart.
"I'm lonely Alba… I wish that I could have taken your place."