Akaito sprawled himself about his bed, quickly grabbing his cell-phone to check if there were any messages. Still, a frown formed onto his face when he saw there were none. Why hadn't he been getting any calls from his boyfriend? Not even messages? What was he doing at that time that was so important?
Akaito kept wondering, getting angrier and a little sad... wondering when his beloved Mikuo would call him, just to hear his voice again. He was getting a little worried, on top of it all...
Huffing, he rolled onto his side, letting his vibrant, red hair overtake the plain-white pillowcase. How long would he have to wait? It was so absurd, and he was beginning to think it had something... something to do with the fact that they had sex not too long before. It was Mikuo's first time... Could there be something about it troubling him? Was Mikuo mad at him for something?
Akaito didn't think there was anything wrong with creating such a strong bond, he thought it was good for them.
His worry only increased as he lay there by himself. It had been about a week. Really, why? He hadn't done anything wrong! What was Mikuo out doing!?
After what seemed like hours laying there by himself, groping his phone in his hand, he finally heard it ring. Finally! Sitting up quickly, not checking who it was, Akaito pressed the green button and slapped the phone to his ear, hoping to hear his Mikuo's cute voice.
"Mikuo!?"
A smile spread across his face right when he heard his voice, "Y-yeah..." But his smile faded hearing the hint of sadness there. What was wrong!? Did he need help with something?
"Is everything alright? I haven't heard from you in a while, you were scaring me! Wh-What's the matter?" Akaito gulped before asking, "W-Was it something I did?"
"No... nothing like that. I just really need to tell you something... um..." Akaito's heart started beating faster and faster. Hearing the despair in Mikuo's voice told him that this 'thing' he was about to tell him wasn't good. At all. He was so worried he could drop dead right there.
"U-Um... we should break up." Broken. Akaito's heart was broken hearing those words. Why would he? Why did he want to break up? What had he done wrong? His heart hurt...
Tears formed quickly in his eyes while asking with a shaky voice, "Wh... why...?"
"Oh, Akaito please don't cry! It's not you! It's not me either! I swear!"
"Then WHY?" Akaito couldn't help but feel anger building up inside. He was hurting so much he wanted to scream at Mikuo, as much as it would make him feel bad. Worse. He wanted to scream at him.
"I-I'm moving to America..." What? America? Why? No! He can't leave like that! "I'm sorry, I can't stop it. I'm being forced by my parents. I really want to see you before I leave, but I can't. I'm leaving today... I'm in the airport now. I'm so sorry, Akaito..."
"H-How long did you know about this?" Akaito's voice seemed as if he could barely speak. Why didn't he say anything sooner!? He was worried about Mikuo but he didn't say anything!
"I found out yesterday morning, that's when we started packing our clothes. I really want to see you... I can't. I'm sorry... I love you." Those words gave Akaito a shudder, leaving him knowing that might be the last time he ever heard them from his beloved Mikuo.
He wanted to be with Mikuo forever. To hear his voice forever... to always hold him and love him. But he couldn't. He will never be able to get Mikuo back...
"M-Mikuo..." More tears streamed down his pale cheeks before he sobbed, "I-I love you, too... Mikuo..." And he kept repeating those words, even though it tore the hole in his heart even more... hurting him even more. He had to let Mikuo know how much he meant to him...
Although he knew he would most likely never see him again, "I love you so much, Akaito. I always will. But please, you should forget about me. You'll find someone new..."
Those words ripped Akaito to shreds. And although Mikuo said that, he still repeated the soft words, "I-I love you..."
And eventually, Mikuo had to board the airplane, leaving Akaito laying there in his bed to cry himself to what felt like death... but in reality, he slept. Dreaming about Mikuo, tears racing down his face from the image...
The image he knew would never see again.
