He never let himself talk about it. Or cry. Akiteru's the crier, the kind one, the liar. Kei refused to be like him anymore. Would have cut it all out, if possible. Every last memory, good and bad, just to stop the feeling of wanting.
It wasn't fair.
A sound rises up, out, muffled against Suga's shirt. Maybe a sob, or a scream. It goes no farther than the two of them.]
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Date: 2024-07-20 01:09 am (UTC)He never let himself talk about it. Or cry. Akiteru's the crier, the kind one, the liar. Kei refused to be like him anymore. Would have cut it all out, if possible. Every last memory, good and bad, just to stop the feeling of wanting.
It wasn't fair.
A sound rises up, out, muffled against Suga's shirt. Maybe a sob, or a scream. It goes no farther than the two of them.]