HOW LONG HAS it been since he let someone else see this side of him? How long has it been since he was this open with someone—about his fears, his anguish, everything? How long has it been since he felt this way; a state of sadness and relief that to him is practically paradoxical? Too long. It’s been far too long since he shut his heart off from the rest of the world. So to finally let even a fraction of his emotions free for her to bear witness to instills a strange feeling within him. It’s foreign. Overwhelming. Yet he’d be lying if he didn’t feel fulfilled. Whole. Possibly even overjoyed at the fact that she’s here to support him. He’s the month pushing the world away; suffering alone. And yet, she never left. Even now, she’s still here.
He’s thankful for that. Thankful for her.
It’s enough to cause a lone tear to stream down his face. And in his display of emotion, Makoto rests his head upon her shoulder. If she’s so insistent on being the pillar he’s been denied for so long, then what choice does he have but to indulge her? Truth be told, he wants this. He wants her to be by his side as much as she can for as long as she can. It’s for that reason that he finds himself so close to her, unwilling to part from the solace he’s found in her.
Does he still have his doubts? Of course. No one has a concrete answer to the situation they’ve found themselves in. Even those who came up with one aren’t completely sure about it. Especially not him, the sole person to whom the fate of the world is up to. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t relieved. Though the 31st draws near, it feels far away now. All that matters is the present.
Life was difficult, inherently so, and no one knew better than two orphans. But just the same, no one knew the distinct solace that was offered to two people who had lost so much when they finally found things worth clinging to again. She does so, leaning her body closer towards his, hand tracing up his arm to travel towards his face and wipe away the errant tear trailing down his skin. They both had to be so strong, wear a thicker skin than the rest of their team, for while they all had to fight for the world, these two could sparse allow anyone to see their weakness, least of all the people who they led in their fight. She knows the struggle too well and as her hand cupped his cheek, as she leaned her forehead against his, she felt the telltale tears sliding across her own skin.
This was release. This was their chance to let out their pain and lick each others wounds until they could stand up against the world once more.
“We’ve had each other for a long time, even before we realized it. You’ll always have me.”
It’s a you’re welcome of another kind. It means ‘you’re welcome but you’ve always been welcome and always will be.’ And she knows, knows without any words, that she has a home in him too. No matter what happened, how much life they had to give, it was the two of them until the end.
Crimson eyes fell upon deep blue as she stared at him-- her friend, her lover, her partner. and she leaned that touch closer. Her kiss was chaste; it asked nothing and expected nothing but it promised everything, and it was followed by her pulling him into an embrace warm and tight, even in the chill of the air.
She felt weak, weaker than anyone was allowed to know, but he made her feel stronger.
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