Author: Frosty Pig PM
Abe/Mihashi. It was like nothing he had ever felt.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Words: 341 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 2 - Published: 08-21-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5321747
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Disclaimer: I do not own Ookiku Furikabutte.
They were alone. They were very alone. No one was on the field; the rain was the only sound he could hear and he couldn't move. He couldn't breathe; he couldn't see anything past the body that was blocking the world. If he closed his eyes he was sure he would feel the earth creak as it spun.
His voice rumbled against him, like a gust of wind he almost fell down from its force. Abe was speaking softly, quieter then he had ever heard him.
Was he trying to be nice?
Did he just feel sorry for him?
Why was everything so different?
Opening his mouth, he tried to say something—anything, because he didn't want Abe to misunderstand. To look at him with his thick brows furrowed in anger, looking away from him with disappointment.
Fingers, rough with calloused tips pushed at his chin forcing him to look up. The colors blurred, the face in front of him was a mesh of contrasts.
"If you keep crying like that, I don't know what I'll do…"
Crying? Was he? For how long? It was such a shameful thing but he did it so often tears just flowed easily. He wanted to wipe his face off, to lift his arm and then lift his hand and with his palm wipe away his shame. But it was so different, so unnatural for him.
His arms couldn't move. His eyes couldn't leave those in front of him. Like an earthquake, his heart thumped hard enough to break through his chest.
He wanted to move forward, he wanted to say something back. He wanted and yearned for many things and this time this selfishness that was bursting from his insides and tying his stomach into knots didn't feel horrible.
"Are you okay?"
To be confessed to. To have someone say words of love to him… It was his first time.
If only he could talk.
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