Love Triangle
Chapter 11. A Sense of Déjà vu
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A warm hand.
The sound of water, dribbling.
Blood, pouring.
Bruises, a disgusting color of purple.
Flaming red.
Golden pupils.
A pocket watch calling.
Tick tock…
Tick tock…
…
…
Nagisa woke up.
His eyes opened as his eyelashes fluttered. He gasped, despite not knowing what he was gasping about. He just felt the need to take a big gulp of oxygen into his lungs.
His limbs felt numb, as if he has been lying in bed for forever. His mind was hazy, unclear. His memory was covered with fog as thick as in London.
What was he dreaming about?
It was an interesting dream. He wanted to see more of it, even though he could not remember anything. A feeling of temptation, was what it is, wishing for more of what you don't know.
Nagisa sat up.
The feeling of sweat and his sore back mixed together and made him extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to take a cold shower right away.
His feet took him downstairs.
The house. So lonely, isn't it? So cold, isn't it?
Sometimes, he imagined himself as an RPG character, stopping in front of ever object in the house and give a quiet thought about it. It calms his mind, it's soothing.
The fridge, fully stocked.
Cupboards, smell like pots and cereal.
A note on the table, from mother.
Apparently, she has a meeting with a friend of her. Wonder if she's boasting about her cute daughter again.
Such a sickening reality for all of us, isn't it?
He stood in front of the mirror. His brain is blank. At age 14, he still looks no where near like other boys his age.
When? When can he finally run away and completely be free of all the dresses and diets? Pins and needles? Long hair and make up?
He sighed, and decided to give up for now.
Before leaving the bathroom, he stubbed his toe.
Why? How…? Why must be it be, really?
He laughed out loud.
It's such a little thing, but along with everthing that he realizes he has to deal with every morning, he questioned himself did he do anything bad in his past life.
Perhaps, he did do something, like being an assassin in his past life, then it's only fair, right? It's karma, after all.
What happened two days ago?
His mother said he blacked out and got carry home.
He, the person itself, doesn't know what happened.
All he could recalled was the sensation of his lips.
It was from Asano, his boyfriend.
Ah, yes, Asano, the only one who seemingly love him in this vast world.
The only one who knows the truth.
The day that they became a couple has been engraved in his memory.
It was a rainy day, the day he went to the Ak… no the Asano's resident.
Why did he remember a k?
Without mother here, Nagisa pigged out on the food. His body was full of exhaustion and his stomach was hungry.
Just as he about to get out snacks to replaced a lazy attempt at cooking, the rain came showering down on Tokyo.
"Must be a summer rain…" He mumbled. Suddenly, he wanted to go outside.
He knows, it's crazy, wanting to take a walk when fat, heavy drops of rain are falling outside.
He quickly changed his clothes, grabbed a donut, a jacket, and absentmindedly headed on out.
Puddles of water formed on the ground. Like a child that he is, Nagisa stepped on a puddle. The dull water splashed around his feet, wetting his shoes.
Strangers stared at him, but none of them said a thing.
After he's done playing around, he looked up and, what a coincident it is, he saw a tint of red in this blue, sad day.
That tint of red happened to travel on the other side of the road, and beside him, was a sweet, calm sense of purple.
The girl, with black, braided hair and dorky glassess, was laughing happily next to him. He looked at her with his tender, gold eyes.
Instead of feeling happy for them though, Nagisa found himself losing more and more breaths.
His eyes were more and more blur. He could not see anything. That drop of red is going further and further away.
In the crowd, when everyone is pushing to get through, he stopped in his track.
He is not a puppet.
He lie about himself.
He wishes for love.
I am not a puppet.
I lie about myself.
I wish for love.
Now leave me alone.
He started to run, out of nowhere.
His legs just felt the need to run.
He felt that sense of déjà vu.
Like that day, run, once again, to him.
But that faithful day did not wish for him to run.
A loud sound.
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