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« ? » Small quick exhales escaped pale lips, he must get back, he has been gone for so long now, how could he have been so stupid and left in the first place? It angered him, greatly upset him, so many negative emotions, but one thought filled his mind. Not just a single thought, but a single being, all overpowering all his other feelings. The need to feel his skin against his, for his hand to be tangled in his black hair, for his lips to press against that certain persons own pair. He needed him, very badly.
He had finally remembered who he was not long ago, and it hurt when he had retrieved his memories, how every thought and memory rushed to his head, the pain he felt surge through his body. But he felt joy, after the the meeting with Mikio Oda. And his whole entire being shuddered at the thought of being close to him once again.
Those were his only thoughts, his only words as he started to sprint off the bus, leaving his bags behind only for them to be thrown, well, set gently down unto the ground. But he didn't care, he continued to run, faster and faster, until he reached it. The meeting placed described in his vague letter addressed to his lover.
I'm coming home. Let's meet again at that place.
And so. Cres arrived at that place he said, the park where Mikio, Isamu and himself, have first met...And he patiently waited, hoping that the person he loved, would arrive, but he would wait, even if that meant days.