Prologue
The pain and darkness was suffocating.
Usami Akihiko had never experienced such an excruciating pain in his life - except for the time he had broken his ankle as a child in his old home in London.
But that pain was nothing compared to this.
Every muscle in his body was screaming, and his tendons felt as if they were slowly fraying piece by piece. He couldn't see anything - and any attempt to move even the slightest caused his head to throb unmercilessly. Invisible hands crushed his lungs making each drawn breath more ragged and difficult than the last.
In silent agony, the author desperately tried to maintain his train of thought.
Something…he thought.
What was I doing...Something important, I really should be...doing…
Another painful throb jolted his brain, causing him to fall back into the drifting darkness.
Before he succumbed and fell unconscious, he faintly remembered the feeling of fabric brush his fingertips.
For Allison, who puts up with my stupid shit and whom I began my unhealthy obsession of BL with.
Hope you enjoy, buddy.
-OopsIThoughtICouldFlyy