The Pain That Would Never Stop

A Gravitation FanFic by Courtney Eames

Written March 15th, 2006

Word Count: 708

The last twenty-four hours had become nothing but a blur to the boy. It all seemed so fake. It couldn't be real. It had to be a joke. No way, this pain could be real. The boy's knees were tucked in, his arms wrapped around them, and his head rested on top of them. His breaths came and went sharply, and almost all had turned into sobs. The young boy picked up his head, his lavender eyes, once filled with life and happiness, were red and puffy. They were dull now. He looked around. How did he get home? Last he remembered, he was at the hospital, when he recieved the news. He remembered being absolutely crushed and devastated. And he sat... and cried.

The boy picked up his hand, running it through his already messy pink hair. The tears welled up again. Just being in his place was hurtful. He looked around the room, a room they had spent a lot of time in. His scent still lingered on everything. The boy could even invision him walking into the room now. Memories flooded into the boy's mind, suffocating it, suffocating him.

"Yuki..." Once more, he burst into tears, head falling back down onto his knees. His body trembled with fear, sadness, and lonelyness, emotions that this young man knew well, but never to this degree. A hand touched his shoulder, but his body remained as it was, fridgid.


Shuichi recognized the sigh, the voice, as his friend, Hiro. That's how he got home then. How long ago had that been? Shuichi said nothing, keeping his head down.

"Shuichi, I know this is hard, but you've gotta stop crying. You're making yourself sick, and you haven't moved since I got you here."

The only response that Hiro got was a slight shake of the boy's head. How can he expect me to stop crying? He's gone.

It was early in the day that Shuichi's cell phone rang. When he answered, he was informed that Yuki had been admitted to the hospital for a bullet injury. Though he rushed there, Shuichi didn't know how serious it was until he arrived, and waited for several hours, only to find out that Yuki was gone. The bullet had been fired at point blank into Yuki's chest. There was evidence of a struggle, and a confession had been left at the scene. Taki Aizawa had hurt Shuichi more than he could have dreamed of. The spotlight would be his now. Shuichi didn't give a damn. The one thing he loved more than anything had been taken away.

At the mere thought of hearing those vile words, Shuichi's cries intensified. Hiro was ready once more to put his arm around his best friend, and hold him close, as long as he needed until he was better, but Shuichi picked his head up.

"I didn't know it could hurt this much, Hiro." His voice was cracked and weak. He was barely talking above a whisper. "I thought things were finally going to be okay between us, that everything would finally work out. And now, I don't even get that hope. I thought I had no more tears to cry, but I can't stop. I wanna stop crying, I do. But no matter how hard I try, they just come back." He paused, focusing his eyes on the floor in front of him. The tears were welling up again. "Without him, I don't know what to do. I loved him so much. No one will ever know how much Yuki meant to me. No one will ever know how I feel right now. I almost wish I could forget it all, just so that I didn't have to feel this lonely... But I'd never want to forget Yuki." Shuichi was done. He broke down into uncontrollable sobs once more.

Hiro watched the young man crumble before his own eyes, with nothing to say, nothing to do, nothing that would make the situation better. It hurt seeing Shuichi is this state. So he did the only thing he could, pulled the boy into his arms, and rubbed his back until he calmed down once more, as he had been doing for the past twenty-four hours.