"It's too late to go back"
"Your voice in the message asks me to speak to you, but it may be late for when you hear me"
It was too late for Onodera Ritsu to want to stay with Takano, who had been his first love and, well, his first everything.
Their relationship had not turned out to be as expected, perhaps because of the clash of their opposite personalities, perhaps the mimicry of each converged for evil and were not meant to be together. For whatever reason, he was not the one to make him happy.
Takano's voice was repeated in the voicemail, asking him to come back, try as many times as necessary. He was literally begging for his return.
He, with a heavy heart, was wrapped in a chrysalis that crumbled with the sound of his low voice. He was hurting.
Onodera had enough of that twisted and toxic love.
He blocked Takano's number, he discarded the small gadgets he possessed from him until he was stripped of his belongings, naked and frivolous as an endless anecdote.
He cried bitterly until he fell asleep, exhausted with tears to shed, words to say and kisses to give; his body ached a lot and weighed as if he had a great burden on him, pressing his chest and the whole world in a swing.
He woke up in a better mood with the sun clouding his eyelids bloated and his body burned from the same pain, coming from the same person.
The sound of his feet rising from the ground, his red eyes from so much crying gave him a depressing and bleak look of the person he turned out to be because of his supposed love.
That love was supposed to heal him from his old pains. He was supposed to be happy forever. The word stayed in the air…in a cruel assumption.
He blew slightly, wrapped in his suspicious expression and the typical frown that he was characterized.
He took a shower, as well as a decision: he would leave Takano for life.
No more Masamune Takano, no more "this is not love", no more of that toxic person.
The rest of the day he devoted himself to breaking old documents, papers, unnecessary ornaments that were coming up in his apartment in a hostile way, work clothes, photographs where Takano came out and stormy memories that bribed him with returning to him.
He shook his head, convinced that his decision was the best and he couldn't suffer for love, since he didn't believe in happy endings, perfect kisses, the concise moment in which words were proclaimed, false promises, shattered illusions, the immeasurable pride, the ego that invaded the relationship between them.
He shouldn't have trusted Takano for the second time.
It was a mistake.
He was a complete stupid.
He cried bitterly until he fell asleep in a corner of his apartment, with che cold of the walls being his little rejoiced of heat, the moonlight so hostile of to the premises of illusory love. Love that he so blindly thought to warn never fall again, and he ended up falling like a stupid.
The mistake was having fallen in love with Masamune Takano in high school, but the worst mistake he made was to have fallen in love twice with the same man! He repeated: the same man!
His mind played heavy jokes, even when he was asleep, because he kept scrubbing images of Takano with great freedom, with no need for anything.
Anything…
I need to forget about Takano.
No, I withdraw what I said, he blew a breath of fresh air that sweet morning when the sun welcomed his new goal, or rather, a new stage in life.
I can forget about Takano.
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P.S. (Mention of the song "Perdonar es divino" from Gustavo Cerati)
NOTE: New History, new project, new idea. Waiting for it to be liked by the readers ...
I took the route of the songs as I do with "The songs that define our love" that the story revolves around music, because in this I wanted to do it that way but with another plot. It took me a while to upload it because I was afraid to publish it and that you as readers didn't like it or that I didn't even like it. The story plot is not quite settled yet, so I am still changing some details and to write it as it goes, or how I personally think it's the best way around.
So, please tell me what you think about it. If you liked the chapter or the premise. It would help me a lot to do better.
Thank you for reading.