... Sorry for the long wait! Short chapter is short, but I thought it was better like this. Then you don't need to wait so long!
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Yao woke up early the following morning. The dim light seeped in through the window into his eyes and he groaned irritatedly. He wrapped the sweater tighter around himself and rolled over. "Stupid light aru.." he groaned, finding it hard to go back to sleep, so he sat up. Yao sighed, looking around in his shadowed living room. He remembered a stranger. Yes, now when he thought about it, he saw everything clear. Yesterday evening. And the stranger that cared about him so much. He didn't really understand why though. Why would anyone care so much about him?
It seemed like the blond stranger had left because in the house was only him and shinanatty, his stuffed cat.
He sighed and looked down at the sweater that was now lying in his lap. He needed to give this back.
The brunette stood up and suddenly came to think of something. The stranger had been calling him by his name... But... he never told the stranger his name. Yao stood there and thought about it. He felt slightly uncomfortable. Maybe the stranger was a stalker? His stalker? He made a grimace. He did feel watched most of the time. Though he never bothered to think about it. Most of the time he felt it when he was in his garden.
Yao looked out through the window. The garden. Yao swept the sweater around his shoulders and walked up to the door out to the garden. He took the door handle in a firm grip, and slowly pushed down. The door slide open slowly. He was met by a gentle breeze, that slowly blew through his hair. The brunette took a deep breath, remembering the many times he had been met by this breeze. But the breeze felt somehow different. Not as gentle and welcoming.
He stepped out through the door, feeling the stones under his feet.
Maybe he should put some shoes on...? But he ended up not going that anyway and just walked out barefoot. The stones under his feet were kind of cold, but he didn't care.
The flowers, his beloved flowers, were as beautiful as always. Red, white pink, blue. So many colours. Yao slowly walked past the flowers, inspecting each one of them as he walked by. Until the bench stood before him and the daisy was by his feet. He sat down. The hard wood pressed against his back.
He remembered all those times he had been sitting here, all alone. Still he almost never felt lonely. Like someone was sitting beside him all the time. Sometimes he had been starting to talk to himself. Or maybe he was talking to someone he couldn't see. He didn't know. Lie Xiao always talked about those many ghosts. Yao didn't know if he should be believing him. But many did. And many were afraid. Yao wasn't.
He didn't feel watched today, like he usually did. The warm feeling of someone sitting beside him wasn't there. Everything felt different in someway. But, why?
Francis quickly laid the table. Lie Xiao was coming over today. They were going to eat a delicate dinner and maybe Francis could finally confess his love. But just maybe. Because even if Francis was the king of love and knew everything about how it worked, he was still a little bit nervous, something you didn't expect from the blond. And he still had a hard time reading the other man's feelings. They were so hidden and mysterious. But, he liked it. Maybe that was the reason Francis loved the boy.
As he sat down the last plate on the table the door bell rang. ´He's early,' He thought and quickly ran to the door, opening it with a smile.
"Bonjour~!" he greeted happily before he realised this wasn't Lie Xiao. The blond stared for awhile. "... M-matthew?"
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