There's No Cure To Love-Sickness
Those eyes are gazing at me but they're not looking. He sees things that are far away from where I am seated and is so lost in them that the ash teeter and fall.
'Oi, are you listening?' I said and his gaze flicked back to focus. 'What do you want to do with the letter then?'
His long fingers took the cigarette from his mouth and placed it on the ashtray but it's too late, the ash had already fallen. Much like how his heart has already fallen.
'...Burn it. So I don't have to look at it again.'
I could not help but sighed.
'Listen. I've never had one so I don't know, but aren't they still your family? Even if they did disapprove of your existence when you were a child, it was understandable. Coming out as an illegitimate child back then bound to shock some people.'
His frown returned with practiced ease. 'You can burn it, rip it, shred it, I don't care. Just don't make me look at it again.'
He left, with contempt in his voice and bitterness in his heart. The letter was left forlorn upon the table.
I took the letter and kept it for him. I knew, it was too late.
His heart has already hardened.
A/N: I think this is just going to be a random drab... but now that I thought about it, no one mentioned Hijikata's family situation much. I know he has more siblings other than Tamegoro and they didn't like him but I haven't seen a fic exploring Hijikata's family background. Such a pity...