Sakuya stared at him intently for a second and for a moment Yuuya thought he actually believed in him, then Sakuya rolled his eyes and turned away. A knife stabbed through Yuuya that day, that moment - right through his heart.
A knife.
A knife covered in darkness.
Drip, drip, drip.
It spread fast, it shoved and kicked. It pushed and punched the pureness out of him. Out of his heart.
Sakazaki stared at Sakuya with one eye. Sakuya looked at him, uncertain but afraid to show it. ''I love you." It rang like sirens in Sakuya's head. Why didn't he say what he felt too -not a lie, not a made up fairy tale. The truth. But it was too late now.
"I-I love you," Sakuya stuttered. Yuuya slapped him, scratched him with the pieces of broken glass and breathed, "A bit belated, do you not think? Because it's too late." Down his neck.