012 – Sad.

It happens so abruptly, that Takeru isn't really sure what to think. Because he isn't in his apartment anymore, huddled to his lover's warm frame, no, this is the place of some distant, covered memory.

Dreadful sobs shatter Daisuke's shallow breaths and anguished yells beat away the sounds of nighttime traffic.

His grown-up hands suddenly aren't so grown up, and his boxers resemble more of a youthful jumpsuit.

The red-hair beside him isn't red anymore, now it's a blond – matching his own.

He hears his mother cry, sees the liquid heartache running races down her cheeks. Daddy's yelling again, so angry and tragic – he doesn't want to be here, but Takeru wants him to stay.

His family's shattering into a million pieces, but he's still clinging blindly at the fragments because he's so small and he can't imagine life without them. Fear is clutching at his chest, suffocating the bird bones of his ribs, and his brother's clutching his hand, only it's not his brother, it's Daisuke and…he's back.

Back.

Sweat is rolling down his forehead, and tears stain his porcelain cheeks. It's over now, the nightmares gone and Daisuke's here, his families broken, but the pieces aren't as tiny and difficult to find as he'd imagined at that age.

And it's ok, Daisuke's muttering, it's fine now. But it's really not, nothing can substitute loosing that. Nothing can quell that sadness.


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