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The concept of death was new to him.
Sorrow, pain…
Loneliness.
A minute ago he was just but a naive boy, but his optimism and sunny smiles sombered at his grandpa's recent death. And it hurts. So bad . Losing someone who took care of him all his life just causes an unimaginable pain in his heart. By then his tears escaped, still clutching on the hem of his hoodie, lost and afraid.
What now? Is the disoriented question in Yuuji's mind that he can't answer.
Can he even stay in their house, now that he's alone in this world? By then, fresh tears sting his eyes, as the cruel choking pain coiled around his fragile heart. He wanted to be strong, he wanted to fight against the ache in his heart so badly but he wanted to cry. Because it was unfair.
It's really unfair.
Yuuji was blinded by the gleam of the last rays of the sunset, yet the orange hue of the otherwise beautiful scene was lost in Yuuji's spiralling thoughts. But unlike the sun that'll come back again tomorrow, his grandpa would forever be lost.
He heard a knock in the door, asking for permission, he let them enter, and some staff soberly entered the suffocating space. They're covering his grandpa with a white cloth, and he's dead, he really is dead, and his alone, I hate this, I don't want to be alone, please wake up, pleasedon'tleaveme-
The nurses' eyes filled with pity only made it worse. But he tries to ignore it, and tries to politely smile but he knows it looks closely more like a grimace, even without the tear tracks prominent on his cheeks. He must have been a pitiful sight . They lead him out as well with the turmoil in his mind only growing the minute he stays in his grandpa's presence. And he now found himself in the reception hall of the hospital, still not aware of his surroundings, of the empty and eerie halls.
From standing in the middle of his grandfather's hospital room, he found himself sitting on one of the numerous benches, the numb feeling still present in his being. The truth is, he doesn't know who gave him the water bottle, nor he doesn't remember if he thanked them for the gesture. But he couldn't care less. He didn't drink from it, he only held on, somewhat being grounded by the bottle.
Thankfully or not, there were no tears left to cry.
It was a few minutes later when a pair of shoes appeared in his line of sight. Dark shoes, bordering on black, contrast with the suffocating white of the hospital's floor is the first thing he noticed but he ignored it, once again lost in the myriad of unsavory thoughts that accumulated within his mind since the start of his only relative's hospitalization a few years ago.
But now, now that reality has slapped him with death and the realization of his situation, he couldn't help the deprecating giggle that escaped his lax lips, nor the clarity of a single thought on repeat.
He really is an orphan now.
"-dori Yuuji." He flinched,the crinkling bottle in his hands echoed in the empty halls. And met the eyes of a boy that looks to be his age, the indifferent shades of blue met worn down dull brown. It was silent, except for the murmur of the receptionist and the constant clicking of the keyboard. The boy was silent, a furrow in his brows while still looking at Yuuji, waiting for something.
“Where is it?”