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Tatsumi brings down his earphones as he sees Mayoi walking towards him. "T-tatsumi..." "What is it, Mayoi?" "I need.. help.." "Help with what, exactly?" "Really need your help!!" Mayoi rubs his two thighs together. Tatsumi averts his gaze from the turquoise eyes, slowly drifting into other thoughts of his.
"Wait."
"Am I dreaming?"
Tatsumi reaches his hand out to comfort Mayoi and caresses his hand, only to black out.
It was silent.
It was painful.
The silence was intolerable.
God, he wished, it lasted forever.
But, nothing lasts forever right?
The lengths he'd go to, to achieve that wish.
They're endless.
His head felt like it was spinning, where was he? In his own imagination? In his dormitory? Where is he?
His mind felt like it was gonna explode.
All these memories..
They're beautiful.
If only, they were possibly going to happen again.
But they're not.
Someone's missing.
The teal haired man starts tearing up, kneeling down out of shame and guilt.
"You know.."
"Maybe you should.. try going out on a date with him!"
Aira.. the cheeky 1st year that he treats oh so carefully, he's there.
"Tatsumi, will you please slow down while driving? It's scaring us!"
Ah.. Hiiro, you too.. such a witty boy. I'm so glad you're here.
But, what is that missing piece? That he's been oh so looking for since a certain event, where is he? When will he be the angel that saves him from that deep grief? It's ironic really, to think someone's still there. Tatsumi finally opens his eyes, to his dorm, Koga isn't there. He looks through the vent and the familiar scent that's comforting to him isn't there.
Mayoi.. is gone.
Why can't he accept that?
Why can't he just stop thinking about him?
Tatsumi gets some water from the tap, to calm him down a bit.
Mayoi.. Mayoi… Mayoi.. Ayase..
The name.. had a good rhyme to it.
You liked that boy, didn't you? Tatsumi?
"He's gone now."
A few weeks ago. It all happened.
Mayoi is dead.
He killed himself.
Tatsumi starts crying into the vanity. Wishing those purple locks he always tangles his fingers in were still there, those soft but piercing turquoise eyes, the singular mole below his lips.
He wishes it was still there to feel, see, and kiss.
Tatsumi lowers himself into his bed, preparing to go back to sleep. Will that part of his bed dip again? He hopes it does.
Just let go..
Just.. forget about.. him, Kazehaya!.
Knowing that forgetting won't be the way to stop his grieving, Tatsumi has slowly accepted it.
Mayoi *is* gone.
He'll never be back, never be back.. never.. be.. back.
Never.
Ever.
Coming.
Back.
"I hope to.. hear your voice again, Mayoi."
"I'll.. be there too."
"Just wait for me."
"I'll be there just for you."
"We can be happy together soon, I promise."
"Once this messy life is over, I can finally enjoy your presence again."
"We can enjoy talking to each other again."
"Didn't you tell me my voice is like that of an angel? I'd like to think otherwise, yours is more akin to that."
"I hope we can be together soon, I love you, Mayoi."