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A/N: I HAVE GOOD NEWS! So I made a sequel of my story entitled Progression. The new fic is entitled UPHOLD. If I need to clarify it to you people yes it is indeed HiruMamo. It is rated M though so be sure that you're ready and aware of what to expect.
TheWonderfulShoe: Yes he is though he would never admit it.
crecentomoon: Hahaha, I'm so sorry I just can't stop wanting to make you (and everyone else) cry. I'm devious that way.
The tightening of her chest, the short breathes, it was all a side effect of not wanting to pour down a thunderstorm. She'd be caught first with her hands at a cookie jar than for him to see her in a complete wreck. Granted, there was a couple of times that he had seen her under the weather may it be emotionally or physically but not at this level, never at this level of wreck. Her hands, she tightened it at she felt her chest tightened too. Every emotion she could feel was beginning to be mirrored by her actions. She know that he'd figure out in one instant that everything was in a left turn for her.
Instead of waiting for the door in front of her to open, she decided it was about time that she knocked on it. He wasn't expecting her. He hadn't been expecting her presence since the day that they had to separate and travel two different roads. It was high time for them to stop dragging each other down and let the bird fly free with no attachments whatsoever.
Her expectation wasn't confirmed with the way his face was drawn. The poker look that he had long mastered appeared to be masking whatever emotion he was capable of feeling. There was not even a raised eyebrow, a look of confusion, bewilderment. Not a drop of question, not a drop of mock, not a drop of anything.
"Can I stay for a while Youichi?" There was no answer but only a slight gesture of hand to invite her in. One would be able to miss it completely if they weren't observant enough. One would completely miss it if he or she wasn't Anezaki Mamori. Upon letting one foot inside his house, she muttered a small and low thank you.
He kept his silence. Words that were meant for her to hear have been lost in history, in the abyss of his reality and clouded dreams. It wasn't in his every waking moment that he'd be able to see her. It had been awhile since the last moment that his curiosity and amusement were transfixed into her person that he had acknowledge that he'd not be able to…again. So it wasn't to be a cause of a heart attack when he had to confirm inside his neurons that it was her. She was her inside his house, looking like a damp ready to be cleaned with the foul things she had to acquire. She might have lost in her mind that he was not one to clean. He made a path to his couch with her following the same path he had taken.
"I…" She had started articulating words but halted when nothing in mind continued. What was it she needed to say? What was it that drove her feet to his doorstep unannounced years after they decided to make a name on their own?
"Stop." He had turn around and faced her, a hint of softness bathing the roughness of his dried voice.
"You are f*cking welcome to stay and do whatever you f*cking want. Just tell me if you want to go back so I'll be f*cking able to f*cking drive you home." The thunderstorm started wrecking at the art she once called a make-up, her own masterpiece.
"He…he….he cheated" Hysterics, that was all she could do. In return, even if he had grimaced, he hugged her. The wetness of her cheeks soaking his cotton shirt. A tiny spec of a remnant of what was once called his heart crumpled into worthlessness. Hiruma could never be more stupid at the day that he thought letting her out of his grasp was the worst. Watching her now, with her breath nowhere to be found, with her face buried into his person, with her being a complete thunderstorm, this was more heart stabbing.
He breaks with every drop. He sinks with every huff. He dies with every pain.
Shorter than I had initially planned but I still like the outcome. How about you? Leave a review and tell me.