𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

a broken melody ~ 43

AN: I apologise for not updating for a while, but I finally got to doing it! Enjoy! ^-^

The world was quivering.

Shaking.

Blurring at the edges.

He couldn't tell up from down.

He wasn't sure if he was even breathing.

A claustrophobic, blinding light ensnared the universe.

He tried not to choke as he was pulled apart, as he slowly exploded from the inside out. The pain was unbearable, building, building, building-! A scream tore out of his chest.

Quickly, shadows fell and washed away the blinding sharpness of the sky.

There was a moment of silence, as if the universe ceased to be.

Then everything shattered.

A sweet, smooth, mellifluous sound gently carried through the glass.

The mirrored edge of the world had broken into a million pieces, too thick to ever see through, but still the music came, gently swaying through the transparent air.

Relief flooded his existence.

The dulcet golden melody washed over everything, leaving a sort of glow in its wake. Honeyed, sweetly mellow, liquid, rich, smooth, euphonious. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he emerged.

That feeling, he couldn't capture it with words.

Standing, solitary, in the sweet golden glory, he remembered.

Homesickness flooded him.

He was longing for a place that never was—a home that he could never call his own.

Never.

Always.

Alone in the vanishing mist of harmony, he began to cry.

_

He was still crying when he awoke.

The powerful, longing feeling of the dream stayed with him, lingering, unshakeable, in the air.

_

The alarm loudly announced that it was time for him to get up. Perhaps he should've turned it off, since he had woken up way before it was set to go off, but it was unnecessary to think about it then. With a simple reach of the hand, he swiped at his phone's screen and silence filled the space around him.

He raised his arms over his head and let loose a satisfied exhale as his bones cracked.

Glancing at the half-pulled curtains, he shifted forward and crawled off the sofa and onto the soft rug that was underneath it. His fingers slipped through the material and sank in. For a moment, he contemplated the outcome of him laying down on it, but decided otherwise. He didn't want to waste the little time he had before he had to go to school.

School...

Today was the day of the training camp—the day he was going to see Shouto again.

"I intend to court him."

He breathed out and closed his eyes.

Why was he afraid? He had the courage to confess to him, yet when his feelings were reciprocated, he grew reluctant? What was he afraid of? He was acting like a coward, and for what?

For no reason at all.

_

The tie felt tight around his neck—suffocating, even. With bandaged fingers, he swiftly dealt with it, loosening it for a bit, just enough so it doesn't feel like he's walking with a noose tied around his neck.