ā ((Freya. HAH))
Haruto hadĀ beggedĀ Kaito to let him visit the princessās grave, desperate to redeem his mistake of never giving Freya a proper goodbye after their last playdate. The Number hunter, naturally, wished to keep his āeverythingā away from scenes as dreary as a graveyard, but, alas, the childās tears won him over; now the two brothers stood before the acclaimed tomb, flowerās in the youthās hand.
"Iām sorry we donāt get to play Hide and Seek anymoreā¦" Haruto sniffled, speaking to the stone and freshly upturned earth. Talking to rocks and dirt was so sillyā¦ Though the boy felt some comfort when committing such shenanigans, his lips curled into a quivering smile as tears oozed from his tear ducts and burned. "You were really good at it." Small hands squeezed at the bouquetĀ of flowers, Kaitoās own appendage clamping at Harutoās shoulder. There were no words from the dragon tamer, heād allow his baby blue to cry all his tears.. "You were a lot better than me, Iām sorry I never said that, Freya." Another sniffle, a droplet of salty emotions raining onto the flowers. This was all so wrongā¦ People who fought a lot died, people who toyed with danger died, people were near expiration died; not children his own age, not best friends.Ā
Pale lips trembled and Harutoās eyelids slid shut, his head lowering to feed the grass his cries. āYou have to wake up so I can tell you, Okay!? You need to soon!!ā With this a sob escaped the childās throat, a single flower falling onto the grave along Harutoās downpour of tears. There was only weeping now, a silent murmur slipping from the mournerās lips.
"Losing people you love hurts."Ā
