#nanagojo

“Goodbye, Satoru,” as if it were the last time they would ever see each other, because it would be; this was the last time they saw each other. He felt his heart tear apart. He looked down, following the grains of sand sliding from his pants to the ground. Perhaps he wanted the last thing on his mind to be the sand still falling, as if that day would never end, thinking that he never let him go, but he did. That day, he let Gojo vanish into the crowd.

He dared to take one last look at Gojo, perhaps his mind could give him something to hold on to, an image of his back, his hair, white, tousled, perhaps even tangled.

Did he really want his last memory to be a pile of sand on the sidewalk? God, he would hate himself for the rest of his existence, if he had anything left ahead of him.