Mistake

I knew this was a bad idea. From the very beginning I had fought against it’s coming, through the excitement and joy, the expectancy of my parents and Daisuke. He had laughed at me. Telling me I as being overly melodramatic once again. Well, that’s not what he said, but it is what he meant. I never should have let him get so far away.

I know the truth now; I always knew it, really, though perhaps only subconsciously. Now I know that I need that link. I need to be able to go to him, knock on his door. I need to be able to tell him. Physically. To his face.

“I think I really messed up this time Dai.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“No, this time, it really is.”

I can almost feel him next to me as we snuggle down into his bed and he releases me from the constraints my mind and my past have placed on me. His face is in my hair; his arms wrapped protectively around my waist as all the troubles, which seemed so overpowering when I was alone, suddenly come pouring out into nothing. Daisuke was right…again.

Almost.

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