Interlude One: Yuki's dream.
The park. A warm afternoon of autumn. People pass by without giving us a second look. Every Sunday, he forces this little ritual and we go eat ice cream or something.
In the table, my coffee begins to get cold, as his ice cream melts. How ironic. And then, he smiles. We are just holding hands and yet, he looks happier than ever.
Time passes by. An hour, maybe two, with little talk and lots of silence. Doesn't matter, because right now it's just the two of us.
And then he stands up, stretches out and prepares to leave. He picks up his cell phone, remembering to turn it on. I take out a cigarette, the first one of the afternoon, and light it up.
He laughs about some nonsense and then we walk away, content, each one knowing to be ready for another week of work, endless fights and attention from the media and our fans.
Doesn't matter. As long as we can come here and disappear from the rest of the world, we know we will survive. How knows, maybe next week I'll try the ice cream myself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or any of it's characters.
A/N: This came immediately 'cause it's really short.
Sorry for the mistakes blah blah blah. Next: Singing to the sky.
