closed to sealkun; we're Breaking Up

[apprising]

[ each and every day, he is compelled to reiterate the fate that awaits them. ryoji would love to spend every day with minato, sharing laughter and small smiles, but he knows that isn't how their story is meant to end.

fate is something he regrets, but it isn't something he can change.

even now, after school, he's trying to pretend their time together isn't finite, but there is a lack of warmth in his actions, the shadow's mind far too preoccupied with the oncoming predicament to focus on the other boy. when he speaks, it sounds detached, but there's a thoughtfulness to his words as if the topic it covers is somehow casual, not at all negative.

softly: ]

We won't be able to do this forever, Minato.

Comments

fucucuuu

[sealkun]

[ the warmth disappearing from their locked hands has been a long time coming. minato's noticed this, but he's never found the words to quite bring up this topic, however important as it is. it's another thing he doesn't know about ryoji. this isn't one of his mysteries.

he lets their hands unweave, drifting back to their sides when only the fingertips had been laced. minato cants his head from the ground, back at ryoji's face. his vocals, however, don't respond. the teen opts to stare at ryoji's face instead, searching the transfer's students' eyes for some sort of answer.

is this it? is it over?

there is so much he can't decipher, and everything he doesn't know pierces like a laser-guided ziodyne.]

wow arent you going to put up a fight

[apprising]

[ admittedly, he's disappointed when the contact breaks, the action of separating their joined hands more painful than he'd previously imagined. ryoji knows the aching sensation must be tenfold for minato, but if he can manage to do this now, won't it make their fate that much easier to bear?

there aren't any words he can string together to make this any easier for the both of them, but he owes, at least, an explanation of some sort, doesn't he? is that fair?

he doesn't realize he's averted his eyes until he's glancing back to register minato's facial expression, an overwhelming guilt plaguing him once more. ryoji swallows thickly, doing his best not to let his expression falter. ]

If we don't change, won't our inevitable farewell hurt that much more? I'll be causing enough damage as it is, since you won't accept my offer..

[ why won't he kill him? he doesn't understand, even now.

it's 4:45 am and i am in pain because this is your fault.

[sealkun]

[ minato shakes his head, adamant. he won't waiver on this particular thing. even if ryoji views his life as so little, minato doesn't.

not to mention, pressing the barrel of his evoker against ryoji's head- just picturing it is enough to freeze him solid. ]

I won't.

[ the air nips at his bare fingers in the cold winter air. gloves, he thinks absently, he should wear gloves to replace the warmth ryoji's hand used to offer. it would end up just another absent attempt for contact. minato ponders on ryoji's words, silent once more, but his ashen-grey eyes never change, and he stares ahead, despite the fear creeping into his expression. ]

We don't have to change. I'll end it.

[ Everything will go as planned. There must be some way against the end. ]