Because I am mean and horrible and a totally bad person who doesn't update for months at a time, I will bring three or so updates at a time. Or whatever I have written on this pairing because I haven't advanced in the plot for a while, and to be honest, I am pretty lame, being all depressed over all this. But that's just my nature, anyhow, enough about me, I bring you-more like, I present you, with the second part of the tears trilogy because I feel like it. To those who have already read the tears trilogy, good for you, to those who haven't already, please enjoy!
2. broken glass
It has seemed like years when he had visited the student counsel room, and when he did, the sense of longing ate away at him like none else. After all, he'd only go the student counsel room when he actually had something to say or do. In other cases, he'd be in the club room, investigating some cases that students bring up on strange occasions. Unaware to him, he was irritated about the lack of requests that he had actually gone to look for some. But he really wasn't irritated at the lack of requests at all. It was only an excuse to keep his mind off of what's really occupying him. Agata.
Sometimes he'd be in the club room alone, wiping away silent tears when no one was looking, and sometimes, he'd go out to run, to keep his mind off of things like Agata. He remembered the older male's silent kisses and unspoken confessions, passionate touches and loving gazes. It drove him insane knowing that he'd never receive them again, not until the other male came back—and he didn't know when that would be.
He felt the part of him already nonfunctional, and that same part was the part that had been taken out for Agata, in which the other was far, far away. When Agata graduated and left, he felt as though that part of him died off, and never regained its strength. It was left, withering like a flower in winter.
It was ironic because it wasn't even winter. It was the brightest of days, when the sun is shining brightly overhead, as the clouds scattered over the sky, as a perfect day. It was spring—when the flowers are supposed to bloom. But the flower within himself withered away as he was an eternal winter inside his heart.
"I want to see you..." Nobody would see his tears or hear his painful confessions. He'd cry alone.
That's how it always was. And that's how it will always be.
Because I am a sad creature. That is all. Part three is coming :l