I'm sick, right now... But I can still write a bit. A one-shot. TWEWY doesn't belong to me. Err... implied stuff going on in this fic... I suppose... JoshuaNeku... Thank you...
"Empty Urban Legends"
Neku, meet me in Molco.
The call surprised me because I never thought I'd hear from him again after the game three years ago. But his voice floated out of my phone and drowned my mind. Three years had passed and I've changed, hopefully for the better but I wondered if you'd changed at all.
It was six o'clock and although it was still early, the streets were quieter than it usually was. There were still people and there were still cars and the lights were still there but everything looked dimmer now, darker and a little cold.
In these dark streets, I saw your white form, leaning against that red phone booth by the streets. I stopped to look at you for a moment. You flickered in and out of this realm. Your white form shone amidst these half-empty streets. I wondered if these people could see you too.
"You're late." You said with the same smirk on your lips.
"Isn't that supposed to be my line?"
Arrogant as always. I supposed some things don't change. You haven't. At least not too much. And when I walked to close the distance between us, I felt my body change with you when you grabbed my hand and pulled me close, right into the phone booth. Did you know the legend about this phone booth?
Of course you do.
It's impossible for you not to know about anything and everything that concerned your domain. I would call you a voyeur if it weren't your right to be so. Shibuya lives as you live. Shibuya breathes as you breathe and Shibuya's breath, hot against my skin, warmed me from the death of cold that assaulted my body as you pinned me against the cold glass.
Your hand wandered while the other held my wrists above me. I squirmed trying to chase your lips with mine and taste you. And when you let me, I couldn't help but want more. Your taste is different, like mint and candy and bitter-sweet regret.
And I know this may probably be the only time we could be together.
There are no beautiful words here because we're not allowed to have them. There are no sweet nothings, no gentle musings. Because we can't have them no matter how much we pray. This world, in this small space between yours and mine, is different.
The world doesn't care for it. Nor do they see us in this small space that's neither here nor quite there. But we were here, holding close in that space you made just for us.
In this small phone booth.
It was ten o 'clock when everything ended. Inside, this small space, between my world and yours, we stood and together, breaths exchanged, clothes wrinkled, disheveled hair out of place. But that was all. It was a cold November night. But the cold couldn't get into this small world.
This world where you and I could exist.
Soon this world will dissolve with you in it and we could never meet again. I tried to savor this small moment with you but that was all it was going to be.
A moment.
And when these empty urban legends faded and disappeared...
Would I still be left with memories of you?
END
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