My most precious childhood memory lies with a small boy with glasses. He always came by our house when I was younger, always accompanied by his 2 older brothers and father. His name was Kyoya Otori, and I loved him so much. Kyoya was a shy and innocent boy, and that just made him all the cuter. Even though he was only a year older than I was, he was always so brilliant and sophisticated. Sometimes, I had no idea what he was talking about, such as physics and psychology. We were only 5 and 6 years-old at the time. Yet, Kyoya was in the same grade I was, apparently he lived in America for a short while, and he started school late. I remember how much fun we would have in class, always just the two of us. He was my best friend.
The memory that I hold dearest to my heart was the day of my 6th birthday. He took me into the garden behind his house after school, hand in hand. We stopped under a large arc way, made entirely of red rose bushes. "Wow! Kyoya, this is so… pretty!" I exclaimed, holding his hand tighter. He turned to me slowly, making me gasp at what I saw next. Tears ran in heavy streams down his face, making his lower lip quiver slightly. I've never seen him so upset before. "Kyoya! What's wrong? Are you alright?" he looked me in the eyes, his tears still not subsiding. "Tamaki, you are going to be moving soon, I heard your father on the phone when I was leaving yesterday from your house. I- I don't want you to leave." He stuttered, rubbing the tears away with his free hand.
"What? I had no idea! I… I don't want to go! I don't want to leave you Kyoya!" I wrapped my arms around his neck, embracing him with all my strength. I sobbed into his shoulder, feeling my own tears break free from my eyes. "Tamaki…" he called out. I let go enough to look at him dead in the eyes. "I love you Kyoya, I don't wanna leave…" I whispered, feeling the tears flow even more rapidly. He held my hand gently in his, squeezing it tighter. "Tamaki," he called again, bending down on one knee to the ground. "Will you marry me when we grow up?" he asked, pulling a large silver ring out of his trouser pocket. "Ky-Kyoya! I… Yes. Of course I will! I love you!" I whispered, falling to the ground alongside him. He slipped the large ring on my finger, giggling as it made my fingers look incredibly smaller.
That day, was the best day of my life. But, today could be a good competition. As I unpacked the last box, I came across something that I recognized instantly. A small tin that my mother gave me when I was born was at the very top of the lost box. When I left all those years ago, a box was lost when the movers collected my entire luggage. My father kept it until my return, which was yesterday afternoon, and gave it to me, saying, "Sorry, but I couldn't let go of this, not just yet." I had no idea what he was talking about, but now I had a pretty good idea. Taking the tin out of the box, I opened the lid revealing the thing that brings me so many good memories. It still shined as it did the day I got it. The gleam of the ring brought silent tears to my eyes, and the way it felt made me smile wider than I've ever smiled, well, in the last couple of weeks anyways.
Last month, on my 17th birthday, my mother had passed away from a long fight against her illness. I cried every day since then, until the tears just dried out. That was the reason I had to leave in the first place, to be with my mother for as long as I could until she passed away. However, each day without my dearest friend Kyoya was one I found simply unbearable. Even though I was with mother, it was still heart breaking to think of him constantly. Now that I've come home, I feel that my long awaited return was way overdue. Each day, I pray to my mom to watch over me, but also to help me with this upcoming road I'm about to face. Hopefully, this road will lead to me getting him, but… it could also lead to me losing him, and that is something I could never be able to live with.
Lying down in my bed after a long day of unpacking my belongings, I finally feel that everything is going to be alright somehow. I know that losing my mother was almost too painful, but she understood how I felt. I had told her one day, about my sexuality, and about Kyoya, and she just smiled. "Tamaki, I hope you find happiness with this boy, I'm sure you will, because you are such a sweet and caring person." She said while holding my hand gently. I miss her so much…
Looking over at the nightstand next to my bed, I looked intently at the ring sitting so proudly on the surface. 'I wonder…' I thought curiously to myself. I picked up the ring, and placed it on my left ring finger. It fit like a glove, so nice and comfortable on my finger. I felt tears sting my eyes, but wiped at them, now irritated. I don't need to cry anymore, because I am finally home. Lying back down, I sighed in contentment, rubbing my ring with my fingers, tracing little circles on the smooth metal. Drifting off to sleep, I thought of Kyoya, and how happy I am to finally see him after all these years. My life is turning out good for once… Or so I thought…