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He had to leave for an emergency trip, three weeks had passed since then. Kyo was back at his parents’ house and theirs couldn’t feel any colder for Ren. He liked to believe that he was quite the independent guy, but honestly, he was also very emotional. It almost caught him off guard, that whenever he missed his boyfriend it was always with the smaller things that reminded him of his presence.
In the morning, their bed would always feel just a bit empty, and the smell that lingered the first days of Kyo’s absence was now no longer around. His side of the bed would stop having that aroma that was never just a brand of shampoo, or the cologne that he would wear, but his smell. It was when Ren noticed that little fact that he would get a little sadder during lunch as well. The space too big and his mind a bit numb to the sound of the television, his mind looking for the sound of Kyo’s reverberating and charming laugh in vain.
Despite this, Ren still kept himself busy. His new song was coming along well, and work wasn’t piling up that much lately. Afternoons were productive and things seemed to be going well. It was also during this time that they would call each other. Of course, they would text constantly, but the need to hear him would always grow as the sun was setting. Here they would facetime when the younger boy had a chance to sit down and enjoy some moments of privacy. Kyo would update him on some stuff and he would listen, looking at his eyes and hands move through the screen as he talked about his day. Sometimes he would be doing something else while talking, and Ren would always wait for the perfect opportunity to say
“You look so cute today, I hate being so far away”
And no matter how many days went by, Kyo would always stop in his tracks, and look directly at him through the screen with frowned eyebrows and heating cheeks. “Man… shut up.” The alien would smile and chuckle, their conversations ending in Ren begging for kisses and him obtaining them depending on Kyo’s mood for the day. After the calls were done, the older man would always linger his gaze upon his phone background, a picture of them together glowing back at him, contrasting the darkness of their living room as the night would fall yet again. He’ll be back soon but for now, he’ll have to sleep alone again.
For these occasions, he would play some music on the tiny speaker that he had bought for their bedroom while he gets ready for bed and prepares some things for the next day. It was then when the moon was at its highest point in the sky, and that he would look at it from their balcony, that he would truly weep. Listening to their favorite songs, songs that Kyo hated, some that he had grown to like, some that were love confessions, and some that he had played only for him to listen to. The big man would feel his stomach empty, and the city lights would feel overwhelmingly bright from where he was standing, crying silently and reminiscing. Tomorrow would be yet another day and Kyo would come back home to him, he just needed a bit more patience.
But on nights like this, it sure as hell was hard.