Title: When the Feathers Fall
Author: LexaRose
Pairing:Oishi/Eiji
Warnings: angst, angst, and more angst, weird POV (think it's second
person)
Disclaimer: If I owned Prince of Tennis, all the boys would be paired
with each other, so that's why I write fanfiction.
Summary:
What happens when the love fades.
Notes: Challenge issued to write a realistic falling-out-of-love fic featuring the Golden Pair, since it is really so rare, for a relationship to last from fifteen to death.
When you fall in love at fifteen, you think it's going to be forever. And when sixteen and seventeen pass, the thought doesn't enter your mind that this could end. The two of you go on to college, and are excited at the possibilities presented to you in these new surroundings, no longer having to worry about parents or siblings or any other interruptions like that.
But then you leave college, and you're an 'adult', and you have to do 'adult' things. You get a house together, because you're both in love, you're supposed to be together forever...right? You've made it this far now; it must be what's meant to be.
The problems start though, things that never bothered you before become the most annoying of habits. The way his red hairs seem to always clog the shower drain. The way he never wipes the crumbs off the counter after making a sandwich. The way he never folds your shirts right, making them need to be ironed.
You don't know it, but he's been having the same thoughts in regards to you. The way you treat him as if he's still a child. The way you pick up after him, never allowing him to do things for himself. The way you never seem to let him fly anymore.
Then there's your sex life. When did you stop thinking of it as making love, and start thinking about it as just sex? It used to be that you'd make love every night, enjoying each low moan and gasp of your name coming from his lips. Now when you do have sex, he's silent, still, and you refuse to look in his eyes, which are no longer deep violet and filled with passion, but a dull blue.
Soon enough you stop having sex altogether, and he starts falling asleep on the couch every night, more on purpose than by accident as he says it is. The rift between the two of you grows larger with each passing day, until one day you look across the chasm that is the kitchen table and you wonder how it had ever been breached.
So what do you do when a love that was supposed to be forever slowly fades and dies? What do you do when your best friend and lover has become nothing more than a stranger that lives in your house?
The day comes when you get home from work and he's not there, all his belongings are gone, and all that is left of him is a yellow rose and a note. He tells you that he will never forget you, his first love; the love he thought would be forever long. He needs to find himself, realize who he is without you there. He needs to learn how to fly again; to find someone who will both ground him and be the air beneath his wings like you used to be.
You sit down and you cry then, not because he left, but because it hadn't ended sooner. So what do you do now, when the man you thought would be your whole life has left? You move on.
