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He's standing right in front of me. His purple eyes seem to have gotten less colorful since last time.
While I'm looking at his face, the man in front of me gets more and more strange to me.
Has he always had eyebrows shaped like that? Has he always had eyelashes this long? Has he always had this judging look in his expression?
I might get even more terrified if I stand any longer this near to him. So I take a step back. He takes one forward.
"What's your fucking intention, Suguru?" I yell. He just stands still and rolls his eyes.
Silence.
Am I a joke to him? He's commanded me here and now he's acting up like some shit.
"Satoru", he whispers softly while he's gently smiling out of nowhere.
"Don't satoru me!" I really am done with this shit. First he acts big and now he's playing the lovely boyfriend.
Suddenly his smile fades. "Satoru. The reason I brought you here..."
Is he finally telling me his real thoughts? I recognized the expanding distance between us ever since he's told me about this particular issue. But will it really be over here? Will our journey together find an end at the next few moments?
"I thought a lot. About this thing I told you. And I have come to a conclusion. We might have grown apart from each other. And we might not be the most suitable person for each other. But that doesn't prevent me of spending the whole day thinking about you. That doesn't prevent me loving you."
I cannot tell whether my heart is absolutely standing still or pounding like shit. The only thing I am focused on are his words.
"I don't mind all the differences between us, all the disputes we have every day. The only thing I care about is to be with you. I want to feel your hands on my cheek, around my waist and when you wipe away my tears. Without your love I am worthless."
This must be it. The feeling of eternal relieve. "Suguru.." a tear rolling down my cheek. "I can't tell how many hours I've spent worrying that you might detest me."
I'm looking deeply into his eyes. They've become all glassy. The longer I'm starring into them, the more I realize that they eventually haven't lost brightness but just slightly changed their shape of color.
"I'm so sorry, Satoru" he cries and falls into my arms, his arms firmly gripping my back.
The tears are starting to roll down my cheeks as my right arm winds around the back of his head, the other one tightly wrapped around the small of his back. "Just don't leave."
"Never."