Disclaimer: Gravitation (sadly) does not belong to me.

Warning: Slight spoilers ahead.


Reality and Delusions

Yuki Eiri is the award-winning romance novelist whose books inspire millions of teenage girls and housewives to pursue perfect love lives like the ones he writes about …

At least that's how his fans describe him.

Eiri-san, I'm such a big fan of your books! I've read all of them and they make me realize that I need to stop sleeping around and find someone who truly cares about me…

Eiri-san, your books changed my life! They convinced me that I should dump my boyfriend after he cheated on me for the tenth time…

And then there were the more extreme…

Eiri-san, I neeeed to meet you! Please marry me! I love you, I really really looooove you! I know we'll just make the best couple because I know everything about you! I even cut out pictures of you and pasted them on all my walls…

Eiri-san, I can't stop thinking about you and your books. I've read every magazine with you in it, watched every interview that you were in, and I even bought a life-size doll of you so I can sleep with you by me…

Eiri would have smirked if he weren't so annoyed. These girls and women need him. They need him to give them hope, give them purpose, give them escape. Yet, he knows, he does not live to please them. To him, these fans are merely hopeless romantics who expect him to write a fantasy world that can only exist in their muddled minds. He creates façades for a living – what is so good about a life like that? Real life is not so carefully planned, calculated, and easily manipulated. Even if he realizes this, his millions of fans probably never will. They need the dream he offers, the ideal romance he creates, because real life is disappointing.

Disappointment, not romance, is Eiri's true expertise in life, which is why he knows exactly what to write so that his readers will not be disappointed. Life had offered him nothing but pain and betrayal, stress and indifference. But…

The stress won't kill you, will it? But if you leave me, I'll die! I really will!

What he really lives for… Who he really lives for… is not himself.

'I'm thinking too damn much', he rubs the bridge of his nose to relief some stress. It has been three months since he was released from the hospital, and two months since he almost committed suicide.

He had almost succeeded. Almost. The gun was in his hand, he had a cigarette in his mouth, about to light it one last time…

But his pink-haired idiot just wouldn't let him go. The picture of them on his lighter had stopped his movements completely, haunting him with memories of their time together. After that, he just couldn't find the strength to lift the gun up… and the rest was a blur of disbelief.

The brat had claimed to live for him. But in reality, Eiri thinks it's more like the other way around. He lives for the loud babbling of nonsense, the overlarge mug on the coffee table, the strawberry shampoo scent that lingers around his apartment, the mess on his living room floor, the bundle that occupies the couch at night… and he lives for…

"Yuki! I'm home, Yuki!"

He cares not for his millions of fans or for writing illusions… he wants what is real, and what is real now, is the pink blob of energy latching onto his waist.

"Idiot, get off of me."

"But Yuki, I missed you!"

"I said get off!"

"Wahh… Yuki is so mean to me! Doesn't Yuki love me anymore?"

Despite the whining, Eiri felt his lips tilt upward.

He can never understand how his lover had simultaneously stolen his heart and given him the strength to live.

He supposes that it doesn't matter.

In the end, being happy is what is.

– END –


A/N: After reading numerous angst fics in the Gravi fandom, I decided to write something more light-hearted. I know that the plot is not very original, but it's my first attempt at writing a Gravi fic, so please review and tell me what you think.