You are lonely as a church,
despite the queuing out your door.
I am empty as a promise, no more.

When the time comes and rights have been read,
I think of you often
but for once I meant what I said.


"I'm not that big on sleeping these days," Ryouta said, as if confessing to some dreaded sin. Really though, what boy his age didn't like sleeping?

"Me neither," Sakuya said, though he slept far more peacefully than Ryouta did in recent times.

"Liar." The red of Ryouta's eyes practically glowed with their accusation in the faint moonlight that lit up the room. Another night, the second time Sakuya stayed with Ryouta late.

Sakuya almost bristled at that. "A Le Bel does not tell lies."

"No one admits to lying, except maybe a fool." Ryouta curled his legs up to his chest, hugging his knees close. The clock had long ticked past midnight, and he was looking tired. Sakuya was in no better condition, but he did his best to remain sitting with proper posture and not show how drowsy he was.

Ryouta stared with half-lidded eyes at Sakuya, almost examining him. He spoke again after a moment. "If you're tired, go to sleep."

"I'm fine," Sakuya said, shooting a half-hearted glare at Ryouta.

"I thought a Le Bel didn't tell lies." Sakuya muttered something under his breath, but Ryouta caught it and laughed a little. He sounded better than he had in a while.

"I'll be fine," he said. "Go ahead and go to sleep."

"You expect me to walk across the entire building at this hour?" Sakuya huffed. It felt like a weak excuse to stay in Ryouta's room a little longer, but neither boy had the urge to point out how thinly-veiled it was.

"Have Albert carry you back."

Sakuya made a face that clearly said that was out of the question. Ryouta suddenly felt rather awake, swallowing a slight lump in his throat as he offered his final solution.

"Sleep here."

The two locked eyes for a brief moment and Ryouta thought he saw the slightest flush on Sakuya's face at the mention.

Ryouta shifted on the bed a little awkwardly before quickly flopping over and yanking the blankets up over his head.

"I'm suddenly tired," he said, embarassed he'd even made the offer. He could hear Sakuya's boots on the floor, but the sound quickly hushed. Ryouta breathed a soft sigh, thinking Sakuya had left.

He felt the bed dip slightly at the other end.

"I will stay," Sakuya said. Ryouta heard his boots hit the floor. He curled himself in the sheetsuntil he was certain he'd be tangled in them come morning.


I love it when I'm terrible at making chapters work with the songs I'm writing to. Oh well.

Little Bird: /watch?v=GRdj8MRj9Js

Next chapter is the title song and what am I even going to do for it?