#hearrtstrung

[ the missed opportunity ]

this one comes with a pang. it is the wrinkled brow of something unpleasant sinking in. they've left to find some new adventure. or they've met someone else. and you have only just begun to understand their true importance to you. you watch them drift toward a future without you, and in that stark numbness of their absence, it hits you. Oh. oh, you want them close. you hopelessly, selfishly want them all to yourself. you'll support them no matter what, but you don't want them to want a future that doesn't involve you. you want them to read the near-invisible signs of your love and decide to take a chance on you. you never want to say that you used to know each other. so what are you going to do?

@hearrtstrung

“On behalf....of all us lukewarm boys, I sincerely apologize,” came the mumbled response, words slowed by the grogginess of the day and his own exhaustion. He’d never tell anyone in the club this, that nights for him are usually spent without sleep, but listening to Monika talk - soothing tone and all - it had his eyelids feeling heavy. 

Mikio sat up, swiping a sleeve down his face, trying to get his senses back up and working.

Relaxation was a foreign concept to him, but that’s what this had to be, right? There was no other word to describe how he felt around around her right now. Even listening to complaints about the weather didn’t bother him as much as it would’ve, had she caught him in a different mood. (It was hard for him to ever feel irritated in Monika’s presence, especially when it was just the two of them.)

“Not as bad it could be.... I hate the summer anyway. All the heat and the sun....it’s annoying.”