Confession

By Timberwolf220

DISCLAIMER: Not mine, not your either.

WARNINGS: Mild shounen-ai.

"I can't understand you anymore…"

He sighed as he sipped his tea, a drink familiar to him. Cornflower blue seemed to bloom when in contact with the Sun. He shifted slightly in his seat, unable to think of what to say next.

"Maybe…I would understand if I was in your shoes…but, I am! Or, I mean, I was…" The youth turned his head, golden hair catching in the light.

"I don't know…I can't seem to reach you. Why can't I reach you?"

He got up, his brow crinkling in despair. The shadows flickered as the Sun moved away, casting the youth's face in darkness. His fingers scrapped against the wooden table and his chair screeched in anger.

"We're the same…Yet…"

His voice seemed to break. He placed his hands on his throat as if to squeeze his sentence out. His eyes began to shake.

"Tell me…did you miss me?"

There was no sound in the room except for the shuffle of curtains and howls of glass against the window.

"Because I did…Do you think I would escape this tragedy, this incident, the …" The youth struggled with the words, "Mishap of 3 years ago? Not hurt by your seemingly betrayal?"

He stopped and reviewed his words and laughed. It was a harsh laugh, yet there was a ripple of bells in that voice. It was heartening and yet, it dragged the soul down with its brittle quality.

"Yes, I was hurt," He said smiling from some old memory which spurted up in the recedes of his mind, "Still hurting, actually. I was in such shock when you jumped off the Lighthouse. You were always the selfish one."

Silence.

"So selfish…" He coughed the sound breaking up the atmosphere.

"But then…so was I. I was selfish too," A slow, almost hesitant grin made its way to his face, "I didn't want to fight you, despite what the Wise One said. I…"

"I gave in."

He sat down again, fiddling with his scarf. Pale cornflower eyes glanced around the room listlessly. He licked his lips and continued, "I love you. I think you know already, right?"

"Or do you love Sheba?"

Something in that sentence caused the youth to squirm in his chair.

"It's okay, you know," He blurted out, "I…I'll just move on. I can do that…I've moved on before…I'm sure I can do it again."

He bent his head as if he had done something sacrilegious, "I've done it before…" He whispered, "But I…don't want to do it again. Can you understand?"

Silence. The wind breathed in the youth's ear.

"It hurts…" He said, his eyes blurring, "It hurts…this feeling. I'm supposed to be strong, to be reliable…I'm not supposed to feel this way…."

He stopped, listening to the wind's cries. He sucked in a rattling breath, "But when you come, my hands shake and my knees buckle. Why do you do this to me?"

He ran a shaky hand through his hair, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. He tried to steady himself, to no avail, "I've tried everything. Everything!"

Voices outside his window.

"I want this feeling to go, to leave me alone. Leave me alone!"

Voices grew louder.

"Please…do something. I don't how…"

Knocking on his door.

"I…love you. I hate this feeling, this tremor inside me. But…I love you…"

He added for emphasis, "I love you."

"Isaac?"

He opened the door carefully, seeing the dark cerulean of Mia's eyes.

"Isaac, Felix and the others are here from Jupiter Lighthouse."

"Thanks. I'll be right down."

Mia gave a sidelong look at his room before turning around, only the swish of her Imil robes heard.

Isaac glanced at the room where he confessed everything.

He closed the door and there was nothing but the howling of the wind on the windows.