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It was one of those fading winter evenings merely waiting for the warmth of spring. The still cool air chilled the night, and the breeze swayed the leaves of the huge tree sitting outside an old farmhouse. He lay there with his lover on a makeshift bed, made up of thick old blankets, on top of the hay. The only source of light came from the barely visible gibbous moon afforded by the wide windows of the barn house. The wool blankets and their previous activities generated enough heat to protect them from the cold.
His lover was asleep, her head laid on the wide expanse of his chest while his right arm held her close. He was still wide awake, the other hand tucked against the back of his head, staring listlessly at the moon. In that position they made a picture of perfect lovers seemingly content after hours of passionate lovemaking. One might only need to take a closer look at this man, whose dark eyes seem so far away, to realize that this man was detached from his present situation.
His lover, with the dark eyes and a golden tan which elicited response from hot-blooded males, went unnoticed by this man's perusal. His mind was somewhere else, far away from his Latina lover, far from this strange and foreign country. His mind was wandering across oceans. To the place where the sun first rose, where all his treasured memories happened, where he considered he had a real home.
To the place where she… is.
Megumi.
They had never been in love, but he was… with her.
It was strange that he could feel that way about her. They were never in a relationship, and she never gave away any indication that she might even feel a twinge of attraction for him. He would like to believe that their constant bickering and exchange of insults was sort of their way of flirting, but he will never know.
Maybe it was the hidden romantic in him that believed she was "the one", or maybe he simply put her on a pedestal because he was never got too close to find out if she was. Whatever it was, whatever the reason may be behind his unexpected feelings for her, he always found himself thinking about her.
In the deep recesses of his thoughts, he thought about how she was doing, if she was pursuing her career in Aizu. And when his mind had no other things to think about, even after having made love to different women, he still fantasized about her. How it would be like making love to her.
It could have been glorious. It could have been the best.
Maybe…
He would never know.
Because the problem was, he never did anything.
Maybe…
It was time to do something.
He was briefly distracted when his lover shifted in his arms. Even in the arms of another, he thought about her. That must mean something.
Gently he pried his arm away, careful not to wake her up. Quietly, he dressed, intending to leave.
Maybe… just maybe, he'll think about going home.
Soon.