Wind
After discovering that these blissful feelings I share with Tezuka will be cut short, I find the wind to be eerily cold. Even with my dreaded spring approaching and the sun endlessly shining, I always get chills.
The worst part is that my body is rejecting Tezuka. I now tremble, as if with fear, every time he touches me. My body and mind understand that the longer we continue holding on to each other, the harder it will be at the end. But my heart still longs for him even as the rest of me pushes him away.
And we continue on till that destined day, desiring each other while hoping for time to stop. I want to feel the gentle caresses of the wind once more.