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It was heavily raining outside, like it had for a while now and like the sky was also robed from the sun. He probably would have chucked at his thoughts imagining how his lover would have laughed at him for thinking like that. Well it maybe would have been like that, if he hadn’t been to busy silencing his his sobs trying not to choke on them. There he was laying curled up on his bed, letting his tears roll down his cheeks. He was now just an empty shell of the person he was only a short time ago.
Because well you only miss the sun when it’s burning low.
Only miss the sun when it’s starts to snow.
Oh how Daishou missed the sun, but now it was already to do anything about it, as it was forever gone.
You only hate the road when you’re missing home.
He hated the road because of it he had no home he could return to.
You only know you loved him when you let him go.
But He didn’t want to let go…not yet. Daishou let out another muffled sob. He couldn’t do anything different because it truly was already to late, to late to even say goodbye. How…how! do you even say goodbye, to someone who’s been with you you’re whole god damned life?
But at least he wasn’t hoping anymore that one day he’ll make a dream last. Because dreams come slow and they go so fast. This dream of his however slipped right to his fingers before he could reach out to it, hell even before he could realize, that it was his dream.
He saw him every time he closed his eyes, more vividly now than ever before.
And maybe one day he’ll understand why, everything he touches surely dies. He is certain that without him, it would never have happened. Daishou stared at the ceiling in the dark room. He was thinking how he only now, that he is feeling low, realizes how high he has been.
Staring at the ceiling in the dark, same old empty feeling in my heart. Cause love comes slow but it goes so fast. He’ll see him when he’ll fall asleep but never to touch and never to keep.
He didn’t know how long he is going to last, if he keeps seeing him in his dreams. Seeing the same smile but not feeling any warmth from it like it was a mask hiding something that Daishou tried to keep as far as he could in the back of his head. Still waking up alone, cold as there was no one anymore to warm him, to hold him close, to assure that everything is going to be fine. He loved him just to much letting him dive to deep.
Yes he hated the road because he was missing home so fucking much. But he not only missed home, he also missed the sun. No Daishou didn’t miss the sun he missed his sun, named Kuroo Tetsurou.
The End