"March 13th, 2011"
"Last Friday, an earthquake reaching a magnitude of 8.9 followed by a devastating Tsunami killing about an estimated 100,000+ people."
"Thousands of people are left without homes, and some. . . without loved ones."
The room fell silent the second the T.V. was switched off. News about the Earthquake in Japan was everywhere, and it was too painful for Alfred to hear about. Sitting up from the couch where he's been laying for weeks now, Alfred looks down at an unopened envelope on his coffee table that he has purposely avoided along with many others that all said the same thing. . .
"To Alfred, From Kiku."
Two months. It's been two months ever since they've had any contact with each other ever since their last fight. No calls. No texts. No e-mails. Nothing. Nothing but letters that Alfred refused to open in fear that it said something along the lines of "It's over. The stuff you've left at my place should arrive at yours in 3 through 5 business days. I expect my stuff to get here by then as well." Like Arthur had dones a few years back, but this would be their last fight. Now, every time the mailman slipped another letter through the mail slot Alfred gripped onto a sweater that Kiku had left behind when he packed up his things and stormed out of the small apartment on January 1st, for the last time. Burying his face into it, Alfred inhaled the Japanese man's sweet scent. Cherry blossoms. . . .Kiku's scent . . . One by one, tears rolled down Alfred's cheeks, wetting the soft fabric of the sweater. How Alfred wished he could just turn back time and undo everything. How he longed to hold Kiku in his arms, kiss him, and beg for forgiveness. . . It was just too late. Everything wastakenaway from him. "It's just too late. . ." Alfred whispered to himself, too weak to even keep his eyes open for long. The thought of never being able to see his sweet, sweet Kiku devoured him whole.
Alfred found himself all alone, once again. . .
Depression had Alfred in it's tight grip, chaining him down and suffocating him.
"Last Friday, an earthquake reaching a magnitude of 8.9 followed by a devastating Tsunami killing about an estimated 100,000+ people."
"Thousands of people are left without homes, and some. . . without loved ones."
"This home is not a home without Kiku." Alfred thought, staring across the room. He watched as memories played out again in front of him like a movie. Swearing he could actually hear Kiku's footsteps and laughter as if he was still with him. "He's not here. He won't ever come back." Closing his eyes tightly and burying his face into the sweater, Alfred told himself one last thing before feeling himself drift off into blackness.
" I am part of that some, Kiku. Kiku, I love you. Kiku, I miss you.
". . .Kiku, Rest In Peace. . ."