Summary: Subaru is used to a lot of things. But is he?
Warnings: Yaoi. Subaru and Seishirou. And lots of angst. LOTS.
A/N: Something that just wouldn't leave my head after listening to Gloomy Sunday. Lots of angst. You have been warned.
[Reflections.]
Subaru is used to a lot of things.
He's used to waking up in the mornings alone, missing Hokuto's crazy crackle echoing around the house, brightening up everything.
He's used to dressing in all black, no other colours because he just feel that they don't represent him.
He's used to drinking coffee black, no sugar no milk to ease the ever-present pain in his chest.
He's used to the throbbing ache whenever he thinks of Hokuto.
But not everything is Hokuto related.
He's used to Seishirou dropping by at ungodly hours to have a cup of coffee with him.
He's used to thinking that he should hate the man who killed his sister, but somehow…
He's used to being at the bottom with Seishirou.
He's used to the fact that he doesn't care anymore.
He's used to waking up in the mornings smelling faintly of Seishirou and sex.
He's used to so many things now.
Except this.
He'll never be used to having Seishirou's blood on his hands.
He'll never be used to feeling Seishirou's dead weight in his arms.
He'll never be used to not hearing Seishirou's voice again.
He'll never be used to waking up in the morning without Seishirou again.
He'll never be used to drinking coffee again, because Seishirou liked coffee.
He'll never be used to the new, more painful throbbing in his chest.
He'll never be used to being alone again.
- Owari -