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Hyde had enough.
At this point, what was that relationship even for?
He still truly loved Sakura, still would literally die for him. But knowing the other man probably didn't feel the same anymore? It was heartbreaking, really.
His tears were slowly falling down and soaking the sheets silently.
Those times seemed like yesterday, but at the same time like something very far away, so far it could even be a dream, not reality. The times when they were happy with each other, before Sakura felt into his drug filled abyss.
Though the light in the room was still turned off, he heard soft crack of the door, but didn't even bother to turn towards the sound, hearing quiet footsteps moving towards him. He knew what's gonna happen now anyways.
"I'm so sorry, Hyde..." the drummer whispered, sitting down on the bed and placing his hand on the smaller man's hair, gently brushing it with his fingers. How pathetic.
"You always say that" Hyde commented. He was trying to sound as emotionless as possible, but knew the despair was clearly hearable in his voice. Still lying turned away from the drummer, even more tears fell onto the sheets, making them wet.
"I know. But I really mean it this time..." Sakura's fingers were still brushing his hair slowly, but soon, seeing how it doesn't affect Hyde in any way, he just lied down next to him quietly. "I know I keep breaking my promises, but please trust me one more time..." the taller man whispered into the vocalist's ear, gently wrapping his arms around him, as he pressed him closer to his chest.
A bunch of quiet sobs was the only answer he got from the other, who still refused to look at him.
"Honey..." the drummer whispered. He snuggled closer to his crying partner, still with his arms around him, so as he could feel Hyde's heart pounding in his chest. "I apologize, I really do".
What was horrible, was the fact Hyde did believe in honesty of his assurances. Sakura really meant it at that moment, surely. Did that matter though? He knew what will eventually happen. It took place so many times already, he knew perfectly well that it won't end today, tomorrow, or anytime soon. He knew that even next morning, the first thing Sakura's gonna do, will be looking for syringe again. Syringe filled with white powder, to be more precise.
Hyde really couldn't cope with the drummer's self-destructive habits anymore, but he didn't push the black haired man away. At least in the rare moments like that, he could still lie to himself that everything's going to be okay. That what his lover was doing wasn't mind wrecking addiction, but just something that made him feel good, as Sakura was always stating himself. And finally, that they're going to be like in the old days in some time. With no real worries, but just love to each other.
Hyde finally turned to the drummer. "You promise you're being honest now?" he looked deeply into these black eyes and asked him, barely audible.
"I am, really." Sakura assured him eagerly, seeing this slight change in Hyde behaviour that made him at least turn to face him. He raised his hand to lovingly brush the tears remaing on his cheeks away, and kissed these tender lips softly.
Hyde did return the kiss, even though it was all just making him want to cry even more. As much as he wanted, he couldn't believe Sakura. Something like that happened too many times to count it, after all. But at least now, he could have this illusion. He could lie to himself he was still the most important thing for his lover, instead of some white powder he kept injecting into his veins.
"Don't cry anymore" Sakura whispered, and Hyde just cuddled to him as an answer, with an intention of falling asleep. It was nice to feel like he was loved again, even if only for tonight. Even if only before the drummer will feel the urge to get high again, which probably won't take long to happen.
Still.