Yuki looked at the crying face and listened to his woes. Shuichi folded that piece of paper until it was nothing more than a small square in his hand. With that, he held it in the air and stared at it melodramatically with the water pouring out his orbs like rain. His mouth was open and he sadly declared with a depressing smile, "This is my life, Yuki"
He flung the paper into the evening air and it disappeared in the swart night.
There was a moment of silence between them.
Yuki stared at the starless night and somehow figured that paper was not just any paper.
"It was the lyrics you insulted" Shuichi read his mind, "Those were the very first ones you read that was created by my hands"
Yuki smirked, the brat was being poetic. This was rich.
He looked away from the unending sky and stood up from the bench. "It's getting late, we have to go home"
"Yuki, you don't understand!" Shuichi, who was still sitting on the bench, clasped his hands in a tender grip. "I can't go home with you now, not ever, Yuki"
Yuki needed his cigarette, he wanted to pull back his hand and take the pack out of his pocket. But he couldn't not with those wrists latching on to his digits, and not when those hands were connected to crying strawberry haired boy. He went here to listen to the boy, but he was expecting the child to deny a certain incident that has happened in their own home. Not confirming the whole thing as the truth.
"Yuki, I need you to listen to me" the pop star declared, "I… don't…"
And that was the cue to walk briskly, shaking off hi hand in a manner that was not meant to be nice. He followed the cemented path, while the other followed his footsteps. Then everything is settled, there is no need for words to seal the whole. He understands his place, and it is not in Shuichi's heart anymore.
"Yuki, please understand" the boy called out, his voice an lonely shout, "I'm sorry"
And he fell on his knees.
And the world didn't cry with him.
And Yuki didn't turn, never looked back.
It was the end.