Sometimes there’s guilt. Sorey knows he is lucky to still hold onto so much of himself, but there is an emptiness in him for what he is lacking. Those little bits — even the smallest thing can mean the world. When Mikleo laughs over an old memory and Sorey just stares past him struggling to pull it from the human he had once been only to come up frustratingly short.
Mikleo never faults him, but he’s certain it has to hurt just as much, if not more. At least he’s here. They can make new memories, now, and still cherish the old. What remains of them, at least.
“Say, do you prefer sunrise or sunset?”
And that, he knows. It’s no secret. They were always able to read eachother, and for Mikleo, that fact hadn’t changed. He would hold onto their memories for the both of them. That was what mattered, wasn’t it? For these precious moments to be remembered and cherished. He had held onto them for so long when Sorey was having his beauty sleep, so it couldn’t hurt to hold onto them a while longer. Nothing was said with the intention of hurting -- no, not ever. This was his best friend that they were talking about, his one and only, whether or not he had changed, that truth was an everlasting one. He only ever said anything because it felt right. There was no pressure on Sorey. He could remember when the memories decided to come.
A question is raised, and for a moment, Mikleo’s fingers freeze. They stop their threading, and the water seraph hums in thought. Which was his favorite, sunrise or sunset? Lavender eyes gaze at the sky, searching for his answer. There were elements of both that could be appreciated, especially when knowing someone like Sorey, who noticed the good and beauty in everything. There was a time that he would say sunset, because of the bright colors that touched the sky before it went dark -- because it was that time when the world would grow quiet, when there was such a calm. But, it was harder now. Sorey’s romanticism had brought Mikleo to see more in the sunrise as well.
“Sunrise. Mostly because of something some romantic once told me.”
“That sunrise was comforting, because it marked the start to a new day, which meant that the world would go on.” there’s a smile on his face. What a sap.
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