Pull the Trigger

Chapter 12

-

In the morning everything seems fine again. To Sasuke, that is. He wakes up and for a moment his arms feel empty, but then he remembers that it's alright. He looks to the other side of the room and sees the comforting shape of Naruto under the blankets. To his left, Shino is already up and straightening his covers. He grunts a good morning.

In the light of the rising sun the room looks a lot better. Tiny particles of dust shimmer in the air and paint it a warm shade of golden. The wall are white and outside everything is green. Sasuke stays in bed until he hears Shino close the door behind him. Then he sits up in bed and throws his pillow at Naruto.

There is no response. He gets out and walks over to him, feeling giddy like a child on Christmas morning. He touches the boy's shoulder and shakes him very gently.

'Wake up.'

Naruto sighs once, very deeply and then he rolls on his back and tries to open his eyes. Tries. Sasuke scares away from the sight of him. His left eye and the bridge of his nose are a deep purple and red. The violent patch if coloured flesh fades out to the sides, where it remains a dull yellow. Seeing it on Naruto's tan, adored face, hurts him physically.

'O my god.'

His fingers flutter over the skin but he doesn't touch, afraid it might hurt. He suddenly very angry, a child on Christmas morning, finding out that his toy has been broken over the night. He forces Naruto up.

'Who did this to you?'

Realisation doesn't dawn on his face before he tentatively feels his eye with his hand. He flinches immediately and mouths: 'auw' silently. He looks away, out of the window. His face is serene under the bruise. He sighs again, wipes his hair out of his face. It's growing too long again, he should cut it.

'Who did this?' Sasuke keeps demanding.

He's close and his hands are on his shoulders.

'Nobody did. I went to the bathroom last night, and I fell against the doorknob.'

Sasuke had not expected the anticlimax. He's completely unprepared.

'You fell?!'

Naruto looks up at him in that way that he has, daring, provocative, innocent.

'The floor was slippery.'

-

Haku and Gaara aren't as easily fooled. Naruto knows he pulled a lot of attention at breakfast, got more and longer looks thrown his way than usual. He was also given an icepack by Shizune, who seized the opportunity to execute her profession. It was a little too late for the ice though, Naruto thinks as he actually feels the swelling throb with every beat of his heart, but he appreciates the gesture.

He looks back only once, when the others get on the bus, all dressed up for a long hike. Sasuke looks at him, dark and brooding, so much his attitude, but he stops his stare abruptly when Naruto catches him do it.

He walks to the little yellow jungle gym that looks friendly and familiar in the sun. He remembers that when he was very young, they used to have a jungle gym at Gravings orphanage.

Haku's already there and he jogs over, smiling. When he gets close enough to see the damage on his face though, his smile fades. He opens his mouth to say something but Naruto cuts him off.

'I know. It's alright. It doesn't hurt.'

Haku shakes his head as he raises his hands to his face, like Sasuke did, but Haku touches the bruise gently.

'It's not alright.'

At that point Gaara shows up around the corner, lighting what's probably the first cigarette of the day. One of many more to come. The light is filtered by the trees and it softens the aggressive red colour of his hair. He stops at about two metres distance when he sees the face. Unlike Haku, he doesn't say anything. He doesn't move his face, but Naruto's known him long enough to recognise that disturbing flicker in his eyes. That harness that takes over.

He walks towards him. Haku takes a step to the side, silent. Gaara's hands are different. He's not shaking, like Sasuke. He's not gentle and sweet like Haku. His hands are rough and warm, and they smell of cigarettes. They hold his face determent. Naruto can't look away, he can't hide or make up excuses. Gaara is the executioner, and he doesn't like to be lied to.

'I'll slit his throat.' His voice comes as a whisper.

He can't talk. He knows Gaara isn't joking, that would not be like him.

'It wasn't Sasuke.'

He feels lighter now that's off his chest. He can breathe again. Gaara looks at him inscrutably. He can't see whether he ever suspected Sasuke or not, but it had to be said. He wanted to hear it.

'Hyuuga.' It sounds like a verdict.

Naruto nods. Suddenly he feels guilty and hot. What are they doing, talking like this, looking at each other like this. They are not really contemplating a murder, are they? He jerks himself free of Gaara's hands and turns his back to his friends. The air is stuffy. He's never really been troubled by cases of hay fever, but now his eyes are watery and his nose itches.

'Let's not take this too seriously.'

Gaara narrows his eyes and flings the cigarette bud to the ground where he smothers it with his foot.

'Too seriously?'

Naruto looks at Haku for understanding, but the boys brown eyes are full of grief and confusion. He is not as troubled as Naruto thought he was going to be at the thought of murder, revenge even. It comes natural for Gaara, who thinks with his heart and his hands, but Haku is the surprise here.

'Look OK, you should relax. I don't want Neji dead or something. He hit me, but he's not the first to ever fling a punch at me. I'm not made of glass! I can take him, if I wanted him punished, I would have done something already.'

That seems to calm both Haku and Gaara sufficiently for them to sit down on the jungle gym, though Gaara lights another cigarette with a frustrated flick of his lighter. The smoke rises slowly, heavy in the warm summer air. Naruto follows it with his eyes and after a long sigh, he sits down on the dry, brown pine needles on the earthen floor.

'I'm sorry.'

'You shouldn't apologise.' Haku says immediately after.

They're alike, the two of them, way too generous with their apologies and affections, liable to get hurt.

'Some people don't deserve your mercy Naruto. You're better than the whole lot of them.' Gaara says in a grave voice.

Naruto just smiles.

-

Sasuke averts his eyes as Naruto notices him looking. A second later he wonders why he did so. The bus gets its engine running and the last students are ushered inside. It'll be a short drive to the point where al the hiking routes start. Inside the bus the windows are down and the shaking of the engine is enough to drown out any noises, so, thank god, Sasuke doesn't have to talk.

He stares out at the blurry green of the trees. Something inside his stomach is not keeping itself still, like it should, it feels like snakes are turning. He can't seem to forget the pressure of limbs against his own, the soft wetness of breath against his chin, and at the same time, it's all to dim and about to fade away. He desperately clutches at those sensation he remembers, but then, doesn't know what to do with them.

He doesn't know whether Naruto will want to see him again, the way they used to. There's one word that defiantly drifts through his mind and he can't seem to shake it: 'brake-up sex'. He's not expert on this kind of stuff, but there is something like that, right? Break-up sex? How is he supposed to know whether this kissing and fondling of last night, belonged to that category? It really felt like an 'I missed you, glad you're back' to him, but what does he know? Maybe they really were break-up kisses to Naruto. He thinks he might die if they were.

The abrupt stop the bus makes catapults Sasuke against the chair in front of him and he only just manages to save his nose by breaking the impact with his hands. It's hot outside and the climbing sun is a promise of only hotter weather to come. He's wearing a faded green T-shirt that he thinks makes him look a little sickly, but he wasn't really focused that morning, so he pulled it on without noticing.

They start walking, enthusiastic but slow, because every now and then they stop to take a water break, or to allow the last ones to catch up, or to inspect an interesting case of flora. After the third stop, Sasuke has had enough of it and keeps walking. Soon there is some space between him and the group and he can hear himself breathe again. He smiles, satisfied with his improved condition, thankful for all the jogging he did the months before.

Just then somebody breaks through to bush behind him and Sasuke turns around like a scare animal. It's only Shikamaru. He raises his sharp eyebrows closer to his hairline and says:

'Oh, there you are. Managed to make some head start.'

Sasuke takes a hesitant step forward again and tries to look less confused. He doesn't know what to make of Shikamaru. The boy is smart, insightful and couldn't care less. They also haven't spoken that much since the incident at Kiba's place, when Sasuke fired a gun and shot his brother in the brain, imagined he did, that is.

His white t-shirt shows wet spots where the strips of his backpack go. The white is almost translucent. His dark brown hair is in a ponytail high on his head. The roots are a little damp with sweat.

'You're quiet. I get that. I hate people who talk all the time.' Shikamaru says in an easy, conversing tone.

Sasuke doubts it. He's seen him with Ino draped around his shoulder, chatting away. Shikamaru loves the attention. He's a good liar though, completely believes what he says. Sasuke wouldn't have suspected him if he hadn't seen them together, but he has, and now he's on edge.

'Anyway, I hate to beat around the bush, so here it goes: what's up with you and Naruto?'

Sasuke hits away a piece of fern in front of him and it cracks further as he crashes through the bush. He doesn't say anything, but he huffs in way that he hopes might discourage Shikamaru. Why's he asking about him anyway?

'I know you two used to live in the city together, where something bad happened to you, because, frankly, you're a head case,' this is where he shrugs his shoulders and raises his hands. 'no hard feelings, I also know that, after, you went to the same correctional facility, only you got out before he did.'

Sasuke has turned around now, his face incredulous. He hopes he'll be able to keep up appearances. Shikamaru looks at him with those dark, inspecting eyes and continues:

'Then you saw him again, and you were surprised. I remember, in the supermarket. You said you weren't friends, but I know that he's not nothing to you. Hell, even Kiba picked that up. And here it comes, he kisses you in the canteen. On the lips. Tell me you didn't used to go out.'

Sasuke narrows his eyes. Spot on, congratulations. They have made it way too obvious. He blames Naruto, that boy stands apart, the good way and the bad way. He suddenly hates Shikamaru. He sure as hell will not confess to him.

'No.'

Shikamaru also narrows his eyes. Both of them are determined enough to fight this out. Shikamaru because he likes to be right, and he likes to solve puzzles, Sasuke doesn't know why he fights, but he sure as hell doesn't want to give Shikamaru the gratification.

'Would Naruto say the same?'

'We never went out.' Sasuke finally retorts, after struggling to get the words out right.

It's petty, he knows that. He's like a child. Shikamaru is on the verge of saying something nasty, but he's interrupted by Ino and Sakura and the guide who stumble through the leaves and cry out when they see the two boys, standing opposite each other, angry faces. Ino throws herself at Shikamaru, who directs one last, long, foul glance at Sasuke before disentangling her from his waist.

Sakura smiles at the two and takes Sasuke by the arm. She looks at the two of them a little confused, but she doesn't ask anything. They walk the rest of the way together, to Sasuke's great relief.

-

They come back just after four a clock and everybody is sweaty and tired and silent. The day had gotten hotter, like Sasuke had suspected it would, but the burning glare of the sun and the dusty paths had exhausted him. He had closed his eyes on the bus and had almost drifted off to the shaking of his chair and the humming of the engine.

He wonders if Naruto will still be with Haku and Gaara, or whether he will be in their room. He wonders whether he'll wear the white shirt with the broad collar, that sometimes he sleeps in. He can't wait to run his fingers through damp blond hair and rest his forehead on the place where his neck turns to shoulder.

He feels better when he gets off. Dreamy, almost. The others complain and shuffle back to the main building to take long, cool showers.

-

Shikamaru chooses not to shower right now. He sees Sasuke disappear behind the door to his room and scowls. If there's anything he hates it's liars. He throws on a clean t-shirt and goes out again. He steals a bottle of water from the kitchen and begins to make his way to the other side of the clearing, the part they were told they couldn't go because it would take us too close to where the delinquents were stationed.

That's exactly where he plans to go. The air is still and even the birds are quiet. Shikamaru wipes his nose, bothered by his hay fever. He doesn't have to walk far.

Naruto sits in the grass, in the half-shadow under the trees. The leaves paint him in strange tortoise-shell patterns. Next to him a lanky red-head is rolling a cigarette. The colour of his hair clashes violently with the orange of his pants. Then there's what seems to be a girl, dressed in orange as well, with long brown hair, tied up in a casual ponytail.

These are Naruto's friends, the people he went to prison with. Shikamaru thinks. He suddenly sees Naruto as a criminal. He's done something wrong. He committed a crime. How else did he end up in Juvie? And then he realises that it's the same with Sasuke, although the latter's case it doesn't seem as surprising. Sasuke is sort of borderline. He is a little criminally inclined. Naruto though, straightforward and honest, a little temperamental, okay, but pure, what could he have done?

That's when he looks up and sees Shikamaru lurking (that's not how he'd have called it, but to Naruto, he is lurking) behind the trees. They look at each other for a long time, and Naruto is confused. He says something to his friends and gets up, wipes the leaves off his but and makes his way to the edge of the clearing.

'What's up? I don't have to go yet, do I?' Naruto asks.

Shikamaru is caught of guard by the sweet and sincere way that he says it. He knows they aren't really friends, but Naruto treats him like one regardless. He's also very aware of how blue Naruto's eyes are, in the sunlight and on that tanned face.

'No, you don't have to go. I just wanted to asks you something if that's okay.'

Naruto's face changes and turns serious very quickly. He's used to all kinds of horrible news, unfortunately. Shikamaru suddenly finds he has difficulty saying what he came here to say. He hopes he's not rubbing salt into old wounds, but the heck with it.

'So I asked Sasuke whether you two used to go out and he denies it, but we know better right?'

Naruto's eyes widen, you can see he's taken aback, but he recovers quickly, and focuses his stare on the trees behind Shikamaru shoulder. He's quiet for a while before finally saying:

'We didn't exactly go out.'

'I don't understand.'

Naruto sighs and he looks sad and confused and a little helpless. There's also something of a smile around his eyes, as if it's all very foolish and he feels a little silly saying it.

'Things were complicated… are. Sasuke, is difficult. We never went out.' He states after laboriously trying to get the words out.

Shikamaru also struggles with his sentences.

'But you were together right, I mean, in the… the… physical way.'

Naruto looks him straight in the eye. He actually smiles a little sad and asks:

'Why do you want to know?'

'Never mind that. Were you together?'

Naruto looks at him funny but eventually gives in.

'I think we were. Yeah, we were.' He finishes with a little more confidence in his voice.

Shikamaru is relieved, because he's right, but he doesn't feel the same way he usually does when he solves a puzzle. He feels embarrassed, and only because what Naruto just shared with him is intimate and secret. He knows that he doesn't deserve the trust and the confidence. It's like he intruded upon something really privet, and although he was told in free will, he feels as if though it would have been better to just shut up. Maybe he spoiled things. Maybe he forced things out into the open, into the spoken word, that never did belong there. Some feelings can not be put into sentences, and people who try don't know what they're doing.

So he nods his head and looks at Naruto one more time, who glances back with those blue eyes of his that show trust and a smile and hope. Naruto prefers not to think about things that much, he'd rather just feel them and react as they come along. That way he's genuine, but sometimes there comes along an occasion where he is forced to think and contemplate. That's healthy too. You can't just go through life dreaming. You've got to keep your head on your shoulders. Naruto is glad he talked to Shikamaru about this. He likes to be confronted. Sometimes he really needs to convince himself.

-

Sasuke's in his room. The afternoon sun illuminates the particles of dust that float in the still air. He's not cold, but his wet hair in his neck bothers him. I should cut it , he thinks, and then he realises, scowls and aggressively combs his hands through his hair until it's all spiky and wild. He remembered his brother used to have long hair, sleek and black.

Then Naruto comes in. He looks scared at first, but only for a second, then he breathes and smiles at him again. Sasuke hates the black eye. He hates the way it looks on his face. Naruto stops in front of him, he looks tired and a little sunburnt, just a little though because he is way too tan and anyway, it looks alright on him, cute.

'Your hair…' He chuckles and bridges the space between them with one brown hand that gently pulls at one of the locks of hair.

Then the door creaks and Shino walks in, towel around his neck. He eyes them strangely, but also with a sense of polite indifference. He doesn't stay long, just grabs something out of his bag and leaves again, after nodding at them.

Naruto turns his eyes from the door to Sasuke again, who is moody but tired on his bed. He drops down next to him and falls back with his head on Sasuke's pillow. He sighs deeply satisfied and opens one of his closed eyes to peek at Sasuke, looking at him with confused disapproval. Naruto smiles and straightens his legs, letting them rest on Sasuke's lap.

Sasuke frowns. His hands flutter over the legs that he'd like to touch, but rather doesn't. Naruto turns on his back entirely and lifts one haughty eyebrow in challenge. On his lips there is a presumptuous smile, threatening to grow and burst into full laughter.

Sasuke scowls and puts down his hands on the rough skin of Naruto's legs, just to make him stop. Naruto's got hairy legs, but the hairs are soft and blond, like a golden retriever or something. Sasuke smiles to himself. Then he looks at that angelic face, the one he can't possibly try to banish from his mind, because it's always there, and always tempting, and he feels incredibly sad that it's been defiled like it has.

'I love you.' He says, as loud as he dares and he tries to sound convincing.

'I do.'

Naruto opens his eyes slowly, and he looks at the ceiling. Then he raises his body and leans on his elbows, regards Sasuke with that serious, sweet face he can pull off so good.

'I know. I do too.'

Then he tilts his head slightly, the golden retriever again.

'You didn't have to tell me. I know it already. You don't have to say it if you don't like to say it. I'll love you regardless.'

'Don't you like it better if I do say it?' Sasuke replies, genuinely curious, because you never know with Naruto.

Naruto smiles brightly, and his lips part over his teeth because he can't contain his glee. He blushes.

'Okay. I do maybe.'

'Well then.'

Sasuke is satisfied.

-

It's all a little strange. They have gone from being two complete strangers with only loneliness in common, to friends, to lovers, to something really, completely beyond that. And now, what are they? They broke up. That was painfully clear, to Sasuke, as well as to Naruto. Both of them suffered because of it, but then again, both of them were determined to see it out. Were things really that horrible?

Naruto doubts it, now. He thinks that they broke up because of the insecurities and because of all those fucking opinions, not because it wasn't good. It was mind-blowing. It was addictive. It was sweet and irresistible. There's no question about that. Even Sasuke can't deny it.

Both of them are sitting at the dinner table now. Conversation is soft, everyone's tired. They don't sit as far apart as they used to. Naruto is seated at the edge of the table, eyes on his plate, but there's a smile around his lips as he picks up pieces of conversation around him. Then Hinata asks him something, and he looks up startled and has to ask her to repeat the question.

She looks at him with those large, watery, grey eyes and asks him about his day. Naruto has to laugh, a little breathlessly. He doesn't know where to start. So he tells her the things that come up into his mind, about Haku, and a little about Gaara. Later he realises that he must have sounded a little chaotic. He doubts she knew what he was talking about. But he feels better because he got the chance to say it all the same.

In the evening some people play a card game that includes assignments and a bottle of wine that the old folks have been kind enough to give them before going of to bed themselves. They figured, it's a closed space, nothing dangerous in the house, no knives or bombs or electrical wire. They're in the middle of a forest. How bad can a group of teenagers fuck up, right, with only one bottle of wine.

Kiba shows a whole new side of him, and reveals the stash of hard liquor he brought. He really is the man to go to for illegal commodities. Whether it is guns or alcohol. Whatever. People talk, people drink. They play more silly games. Naruto keeps to himself in the dark of the night on the grass, but he's surprised when Sasuke joins him outside, half bottle of wine in his hands. He's a little drunk already, only a little.

Naruto looks at him, bright eyes in the hot evening air. Inside they see Ino crash down into Shikamaru's arms and kiss him on the lips and they fall of the chair together and continue on the floor. They grin at each other.

'You want to try again?' Sasuke asks him after he's taken a sip from the bottle.

Naruto tilts his head.

'Try what?'

'Don't make me explain myself. I'm too drunk, I won't make it sound pretty enough.'

Naruto smiles. He knows exactly what Sasuke's on about, but he likes to play.

'Try.'

Sasuke scowls at him, but the effect is completely lost, for he's laughing. Actually laughing.

'I know we split up.' He takes a long pause before continuing, and he frowns a little, trying to get the words right.

'But that was my fault. I'm such an ass. I'm a moron.'

'So far so good. ' Naruto interrupts, chuckling and he moves a little closer, subconsciously, his hands claw at the grass.

'I'm serious. I do love you. I know everything we do is a little unconventional' (Naruto laughs.) 'But I miss you. I want you back. I will try to make it work this time. I will. I just had to realise that they don't matter.'

'Is that so.'

Sasuke looks at him closely, those black eyes swallowing him whole, a little unfocused. They drift all over his face: mouth, nose, chin. Naruto feels a hot. He has to smile. His jaws hurt.

'I can't see you with Neji again. You'd kill me.' He whispers, head close.

Naruto leans in. He feels relieved. Everything is alright. Neji is an ugly thing in the past, his eye almost doesn't hurt anymore. He barely feels it. All he cares for now is his happy ending. He doesn't mind the alcohol dulling both their senses, or all the shit the has to forgive and forget. He doesn't mind it ending like it does now, seedy, fucking clichés. What matters is that they grew, individually, and now together.

He lifts his hand and rests it against Sasuke's neck, imagining he can feel his heartbeat. Their lips seek out out each other. First they touch gently and tentatively. After that lips wander, and hands do too. There's not the urgent passion of the night before, or the violence or domination that they experienced before that. It's fine, comfortable, familiar, feels like they've known each other for decades. This is a good way to start something again. A little drunk, but sincere and very determined to make it.

Iruka would say: it's a mature decision. Both of them would laugh.

-

The night is warm and sweet summer air clears their lungs, so Naruto and Sasuke stay on the lawn. They fall asleep eventually and wake up in the early morning because of the sun slowly rising over the treetops. The light wakes them up and they untangle, quiet, satisfied and softly smiling. The bottle, they leave on the lawn, but they go inside, to separate beds, to sleep the rest of the morning away.

-

If it was to end this way, all would have been well. Truth is, not everyone has played their cards. The game is not over. Around eleven, when breakfast is over, the bus had pulled up on the gravel driveway. The windows are open so that the air, and some bugs are allowed entry among the stuffy chairs.

They're all waiting, sleepy faces, red eyes, on the grass, bags at their feet. Ino leans with her head against Shikamaru's shoulder, she's got the hangover of the century. Just when they're about to board the bus Naruto spots someone in the distance and he cries out in happy surprise. It's Gaara and Haku, and they look over their shoulder, to good, grey Kakashi who gives them the affirmative.

Haku jogs up to Naruto, meeting him in the middle, and they hug fiercely. Haku will get out in a little while, and he's promised to come and look him up when he does. Gaara keeps a steady walk. There is an enigmatic smile on his usually blank face. Naruto eyes him curiously, but Haku holds him back. Surprisingly, Gaara walks past Naruto, and keeps walking, to the group waiting outside the bus.

They've been looking at the scene and now they look at each other confused. All the while, Gaara keeps marching on. Only five metres away from the crowd, does it become clear who he's been targeting.

Neji glances at Hinata, who looks at back at him, scared, she feels bad things coming. Still, no one is fast enough. Everyone, is taken by surprise, when he walks all the way up to Neji, who regards him with one disdainful look for a second, before Gaara punches him in the face…hard.

A collecting gasp runs through the audience, and jaws are dropping now. Neji staggers, falls back against the dusty white of the bus and looks up with frantic, grey eyes. Gaara laughs soundlessly. He never hesitates, he never stops. Grabbing him by the collar, he tears Neji away from the bus. The latter has managed to pull himself together, if only for a little bit, and he swings a fist at his aggressor. Gaara dodges the haphazard attempt at an attack and seizes Neji by the elbow.

'So this is how you show affection?'

Neji grunts something, but mostly he's too fucking shocked to say something coherent. Some distance away, Naruto has struggled out of Haku grasp and sprints towards the fight.

He's just in time to hear Gaara say:

'At least he's man enough to keep his hands to himself when he gets cross!' Pointing to Sasuke, and now all eyes are on him.

He's white, paler than usual, a thin line for a mouth. Gaara effortlessly knees Neji in the gut, no remorse, no restraint. If there's one thing he's good at, it's hurting other people. Protecting the ones he loves.

'You're an abusive liar and you're not worthy of Naruto.'

Neji groans and falls on his knees, blood tainting the gravel beneath his mouth.

'You never made him happy. You can't even make yourself happy.'

Gaara spits in the dirt and allows his cold, blue eyes roam the crowd until he picks out Sasuke's black ones, wide in fright.

'And they say I'm unstable…'

He smiles a bitter little smile, then turns and faces Naruto, who looks at him, breathing hard in outrage.

'Sorry fox, but you don't know what's good for you, and you would have forgiven this asshole. I'm just putting things right again. Now I want you to live, okay, and don't get involved in any more of this bullshit, it's not good for you.'

He brushes some imaginary dirt of his hands, looks back one more time at Neji, disgusted or pitiful, you can't tell. Then he sighs and look at the trees. The guards come running. It happened so fast. Haku stands there, in between, head slightly tilted. He approved, of course he approved. But Gaara went ahead took the fall, Haku doesn't need three more months in Juvie.

He walks back, calmly, meets the guards halfway and is forced to the ground with unnecessary, frustrated violence. Naruto watches him go, still breathing hard, speechless.

Then he looks at Sasuke, whose dark eyes have been upon him for much longer.

This is it, all cards are played, game is not finished, but Naruto and Sasuke are done, all that's left are words unspoken, by both of them:

This doesn't change anything. I still love you, want to be with you more than anything. My best friend, rival, lover, best person in the world, most precious.

Let's start this again.

-

Don't really know what to say now. I guess that's your job.