you were sick. so sick that you could barely stand in your own feet, yet you did because you loved him, the one and only suguru geto. you planned on wanting to meet him by sending him a letter saying that he'd meet with you behind the hospital building to talk things out, to ask him how his day went and how he was doing in the past few days, just like the times where you two were still full of desire and love to each other.
the night came and you were getting ready to go out. you missed the smell of nature, the strong breeze blowing some strands of your hair, you missed seeing the fireflies twinkling around, and most specially, you miss his presence. after a while of walking, you sight the dark coated man, his back facing you and went to thank the nurse for helping you get there.
you approached him slowly and carefully due to your situation, "suguru..", the voice rang a bell into his ears and looked behind, there he saw a frail-looking body of yours, he offered his hand to help you and you accepted. "I expected better than this.", he then said after you two sat in a bench nearby, "I am getting better, well kinda.." he noticed how raspy and low your voice was and didn't know what to say.
"you look tired, maybe this wasn't a good thing to do in the first place." he said, suggesting that you should head to rest but you declined since you really wanted to talk with him, after all it has been a few months since you two last enjoyed your moment because of how "busy" geto was, well atleast that was the twins said when they visit you but you know deeper than that, you knew they were lying but still stayed because you are aware that you'll be leaving this realm. "I insist plus can't I have a moment together with my lover?" you giggled softly.
although it was a slight joke that you made, geto didn't react, he was in a daze and immediately face his attention to you when you scoffed, "oh I apologize, its just that life has gotten busier now that more cursed spirits have come. you should be careful." he added, but what caught your interest was his eyes. his eyes that was full of unspoken emotions. you looked at the ground and began to create a topic to remove any awkward tension, "so..how are you doing? have you been taking care of yourself?" you asked, voice filled with concern.
"yes, I have been well my love.", the sudden nickname that he used to call you made you smile subtly, "i miss that, suguru. i missed you so much.", he looked at you and said the same thing lowly, but no, you couldn't just sit there and let yourself get eaten by his sly words and so you sticked your knees together and clutched your fists on your legs.
"i miss us...suguru." he raised an eyebrow to let you know that he couldn't get what you mean, but you looked at him, in the eyes and went to ask him the issue that caused you to doubt at him for months. "are we okay?", you asked, your voice shaking and your body cold, that was when geto got to reality, he felt guilty, but as the man that he is, he still played.
"as far as I know, yes baby, why are you asking such thing?", he answered your question but why were you still not satisfied? did you want more than that? yes, you did. you could tell that he's not enjoying your company by the way he replies dryly and how he lies to most of it. but what else could you do? maybe if you weren't so sick and pale then you could've went and did the things that you two wished to do.
it was hard, now that you've noticed that you're mostly doing the talks and he's just.. there, always in a daze. you didn't know what to do anymore, this wasn't part of what you expected too.
"hey I noticed that you're not wearin-" "y/n, I have to go now.", you were cut off with the sudden change of his voice, THAT was when you felt it, that he wasn't actually interested with meeting with you and listening to all your plain boring talks. he stood up in his side of the bench to let you know that he's leaving, but before you let him walk further, you let out a dry, choked voice, "suguru, do you still value me?"
he stopped his steps and thought for awhile, his vague mind unable to process things, so he looked at you behind, and oh how he admired your face, one last time. your strained eyes with tears in the corners of it, your puffy cheeks that he once loved to pinch till you get annoyed, your nose that he used to give a kiss every time you fell asleep, and your lips, that he loves to kiss and wishes that he'd be the first and last to do it. he stood there, looking at you, trying to control himself from breaking down for what he is about to do.
not after awhile, you wept softly, tears falling from the cheeks that he loves to cup all the time. you sat there, hopeless and drained and yet he looked at the ground and turned his head back, "its for the best, y/n.", you didn't get it, you just didn't, you two were okay back then but what happened? where did you go wrong? just as you were about to ask him the reason why he wanted to distance himself, you were faced with darkness, only the cold breeze meeting your fragile skin.
he left you, for your sake. he couldn't let hostiles get to you especially that he is a sorcerer. he can allow the world defy him if it would mean to see you smile and cheery again, just like the old days.
