Chapter Text
The chilly whispers of the night’s wind broke the static grey stillness that the ever-watchful silver moon had cast upon this winter’s night. Even the sauntering dance of the light snow seemed to suspend itself in fear of breaking whatever spell the world was enchanted in.
No matter how much the night wanted to mourn, the wind still blew, and with it, the snow began to perform its ballet once more.
Yukio’s ocean eyes followed a particularly large snow flake as it became visible in the street lamp’s luminescence. Naturally, the flake eventually fell to the ground, ending its performance, and joining the pile of snow, now undisguisable from its brethren.
Letting himself slouch further down on the park bench he had taken to, Yukio let out a fatigued sigh, a puff of vapor visibly ghosting from his mouth.
Silence filled the air. Demanding. Prodding.
Seconds ticked by.
Minutes.
The night would not end.
“Happy birthday to me,” Yukio broke the silence, sitting up taller and throwing his head back on the bench. Looking up at the moon peaking between clouds as snowflakes melted on his face, Yukio recalled how he used to spend the nights of his birthday.
They were rarely not accompanied with twisted feelings.
Glancing at an empty swing set, Yukio gave in repressing the thoughts that begged to be released.
There were five times in Yukio’s life that he truly didn’t know who he was.