The collage of noise occurring beyond his window. The digits of a clock. The presence of his cell phone, always waiting, all too tempting.
Ritsuka can't sleep. These are some of the few reasons why.
Somehow, when he goes to the route of the situation, it's always due to his fighter. The last words they exchanged, that pained look his eyes betrayed.
The curtains are still – too still – despite the whisper of life outside of them. And Ritsuka is lonely, though he'd never admit to it aloud.
Only the pillows bear witness to his silent longing, as the night world revolves around them.