Forty–Love (Prologue)
I recently went through all my old documents and chanced upon this story I wrote about a year ago. I still remember I wasn't sure on how to develop it then but I think I have a vague idea now. So anyway, I hope all of you will enjoy this. (:
Characters copyright – Takeshi Konomi
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I'm sorry but I love you.
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Ryoma lay restless on the bed, the feeling of sleeplessness bugging him at the back of his mind. He could vaguely draw out the outlines of the room, the old wooden door, the sleek digital camera with its buddy lens on the table, the scattered photos strewn around it. The soft moonlight burning through the translucent blinds drooped over the windows, though beautiful was especially annoying today. He languidly reached out for the alarm clock and stole a glance – 3.09 a.m.
Shifting uncomfortably, he tugged at the sheets and they shuffled playfully, the wrinkling sounds rubbing against his bare legs. He turned to face the sleeping boy beside him and he smiled rather bashfully. Even though sempai was asleep, it still made him shy staring at him like this.
'Fuji-sempai's so beautiful.' Ryoma thought, suppressing a wide smile. The serene expression sculpted onto that perfect face was supported by the off-white glow from the moon. The eyelids lined a gradual curve that covered the stunning sapphire jewels. Ryoma placed his hand softly onto Fuji's face, cupping his cheeks lightly and absentmindedly caressed it lovingly.
The ticking of the clock ticked and tocked noisily on its own lonely self on the table. Ryoma strained his ears hard and he managed to pick up the steady beating of Fuji's heart and his near inaudible breathing. He lay his head on his chest, his little head fitting snugly into the indentation of his ribs. The deep fall and rise calmed him down as he listened to the light fluttering of his breath.
Tilting his head upwards, he playfully twisted a lock of his chestnut brown hair in his finger and rubbed it between his thumb and index, feeling the soft texture against his skin, each strand seemingly melting into each other. When Fuji breathed out, a few strands would flutter from his forehead and land back down peacefully.
"Hnn. What are you doing?" Fuji asked groggily, tugging at Ryoma's hand so that his face landed right in front of his own.
"Nothing." Ryoma answered mildly, attempting to pull away from Fuji.
"Shh." Fuji whispered teasingly, leaning forward to press his lips onto Ryoma's. "Go and sleep."
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So please don't let go.
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