Warmth…I feel his warmth.
He was curled against my body, our warm flesh pressed together underneath a blanket of protection from the outside world.
Could I honestly say, this felt more…natural?
My fingers absentmindedly played with his hair, the locks of star-gleam that were splayed along my chest…
I think I could say…
Yeah, tomorrow I'd tell him for sure.
I mean, I cuddled with him and all, spent so much time together with him…he was beautiful and funny and, well, perfect.
He twitched in his sleep and I looked down…he quickly relaxed and fell back asleep. I, of course, was thinking too much…
Tomorrow I'd tell him how I felt instead of acting without the words…
I closed my eyes and, soon, both of us were in dreamland.
//
He was up before me, I stared at him as I wandered to the kitchen. No breakfast, just coffee and all.
He looked…distressed…
I wanted to embrace him, ask him what was wrong, tell him that-
"I think I've stopped loving you."
I didn't realize he had left when he did…I was just staring at my black coffee, stomach twisted into horrible knots…
"I think I've stopped loving you, Axel."
Yeah, well…
I think I started loving you, Riku…
