If heaven's grief brings hell's rain
Then I'd save all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
TOKYO, JAPAN (SEVEN YEARS AGO)
"Makoto."
"Haru, please don't tell me you're not going to uni just because I'm not picking you up today."
"Makoto." The tone at the other end of the line was more insisting. Makoto sighed.
"Nope. It wouldn't bear less on my conscience. See you later, Haru-chan."
"Don't call me—"
Sighing again, Makoto hang up. He knew it was bad leaving the conversation like this, but he can't help but ending it like that.
Placing the phone on his bedside table, he walked in front of his dresser.
"Makoto?"
"H-haru"
I just can't stop, can I?
"dammit." He murmured as he leaned his head on the wooden panel of the dresser. Why?
The phone rang again, placing Makoto's thoughts hanging in the air.
"geez, haru. Stop this." He said as he went back and picked the phone up.
Surprisingly, and much to Makoto's disappointment, it was not Haru calling.
" Morning. You slept well?"
"yeah. How about you?"
"Same old me." And he had the courage to lightly chuckle.
"Let me drive all those your so-called 'nightmares' away, Mako-kun."
"It's just one."
"then that would be easy to handle~"
"persistent today?"
"I just miss you. You know me."
And he laughed at that. At least someone says the truth.
"So what do you say? Tonight?" But he has to meet with Haru later.
Having said that, maybe he cannot meet Haru later. He ditched him early today. Might as well ditch him all day.
"Sure. Same place?"
"Same! Bye~"
"Bye,"
And the call ended. Not as long as he would expect, but now he felt a heavy weight of guilt. Maybe because of that, maybe because of him-
I should really get rid of that nightmare.
And he decided himself, that it's time to end everything.
Go big or go home. That's all the options he has now.
SHOPPING DISTRICT, TOKYO, JAPAN (8 PM)
"Makoto! Hey, Makoto!" a female voiced ringed in the noisy air, as Makoto turned in the direction of the voice.
"Hey," he greeted warmly as he welcomed the female, who now ran to him.
"you seem easy to convince today." She said to him, her sapphire-blue eyes brimming with delight.
"to accompany you, seems a plan for me." He replied back, staring at her, losing himself in those eyes of hers.
"aww, Mako-chan," she purred as she placed her arms around his right arm. "No need to be a gentleman."
Now that's something. "That is my front afterall."
"well, let's keep that front of yours for a while. Let's go!" She exclaimed as she and him started to walk to the busy crowd.
As she told him about her daily escapades, Makoto looked around. Bright lights filled every established. The atmosphere was joyous and festive.
"hey! Are you even listening?" she had to catch his attention once again.
"sorry. Just amazed by the decorations." He apologized with a smile.
"what do you expect, this is Tokyo! Oh, wait 'til we get to the park!" She exclaimed as she ran ahead of him, her happy face turning to look back at him, calling out his name, asking him to hurry.
"alright, alright. I'm coming already." He said as he caught up with her, finally standing beside her, in the middle of the park.
"well?" she asked.
That as the queue, Makoto took the chance to look around. It was more beautiful than he imagined. The lights glowing steadily, the air, the people going around, the girl beside him staring happily at her surroundings, those sapphire-blue eyes looking at him with both surprise and amusement-
"it's so beautiful—" and everything was tuned out of Makoto's ears. He was once again drowned in those eyes.
The same eyes who seem to look monotonously at everything, but was now showing deep…
"hey, Makoto! You're not listening!" And he wasn't really. Who would, at a time like this.
"Makoto." Same intonation. Same subtle commanding and insisting tone. But tonight, it was more than that.
The only tone he always heard since childhood, was now filled with hurt. It was coated with so much pain.
Why?
"H-Haru?"
Why now?
