#i think i...

She spins and laughs as Morrisey’s voice Pours out of the speaker on my kitchen counter At first I thought I shouldn’t have let her choose the music But now her smile makes it all worth while I stand over the hot burners Stirring sauces and noodles Trying to impress her with my cooking skills Feeling like this is the most important dinner I’ll ever make Every spice has to be perfect Every taste must compliment the next As she sings along to the Smiths She’s the hardest distraction I’ve ever faced

Two glasses of dry red wine sit on the counter One barely touched, the other almost gone A cigarette burns slowly in a pewter ashtray At this point nothing more than tobacco scented insence It’s all but forgotten But she has that ability To make me forget about everything Everything but her, that is

She sighs loudly and leans against the counter And now those glasses match And I turn from the steam to flash fry a smile She grins with something I’ve never seen in her eyes Something that made me feel so alive

“I think I love you” And she stops everything The boil stops in it’s texture The steam stalls within the air Even the flame below stops flickering And I turn to her, wooden spoon in hand Only to drop it and stain the kitchen floor I pick her up, let the wine stay behind As I carry her to the couch with my lips on hers Tasting tastebuds, counting teeth Desperate kisses to match the words And clothes thrown around the living room She grins and i tell her we’ll find them later And in seconds are hands are suddenly explorers Going through every knook and crany we can find And our lips seem like magnets trapped Although neither one of us is pulling away We’ve got all night, but for now it seems we have but seconds to waste Racing through the bases Tonight we’ll just stay home

ANd now a cigarette’s lit Passed back in forth like it was a joint As we lay together, staring at the popcorn ceiling Smoke and body sweat fogging up the room and even my dinner on the burner burning is forgotten I turn and look at her

breaking up on good terms with kazuha because you have to move across teyvat. (or whatever country you live in. doesn't have to be in-game.) you agree to remain friends and stay in contact in case either of you happen across each other some time. there's tears, kisses, long hugs and lots of "i'll see you soon"s, but once you've moved, there's... nothing.

you're too afraid to contact him. you haven't blocked him on any social media or anything, but you've muted him because for about a month or two after your move, you just... didn't hear from him. so, thinking that he's completely moved on and cut you out, you did the same.

of course you stalk his socials a little. well, maybe stalking is too harsh a term. let's say that your curiosity gets the better of you from time to time. you check every once in a while and he's posting regularly, posting songs and poems, his cute pictures with friends or alone... kazuha seems so happy.

you remember the nights where you would come home late to see him fast asleep on your couch with a book propped open on his chest. kazuha was a light sleeper then (is he still a light sleeper now? you wonder.) and as soon as you crouched down to brush his hair out of his face, his pretty scarlet eyes would flutter open and he would whisper a small "hi" through his tired haze. moonlight would cover him like a blanket and his eyes would be half open; his beauty on those nights would take your breath away in an instant.

and just as you're about to call it a night, just as you shake away the melancholy, you hear a soft knock at your front door. you tiptoe to the door and open it to see who else but kazuha standing there. it has to be like, two in the morning, and yet here he stands with his hands in his pockets and the most boyish smile on his face. "hi," he says softly.

LOOK WHAT I FOUND AND I WONDER WHAT I THOUGHT OF OH MY GOD