#burredtreasure

[rodformhas-blog]

Dear Boyfriend

> Send me a “Dear —” and I will write my honest feelings to them.

Dear Kazari,

     Knowing you, especially if I end up writing a lot, you probably won’t bother reading this so I suppose I can say whatever I want here and have no chance of it ever reaching your eyes. So I suppose this is as good of a location to vent things as any since no one will ever know what is said here.

     I love you. Probably a bit too direct but I was direct since we met. You’re pretty direct yourself in a ring-around kind of way. You’re attractive and adorable and I do desire to protect you if just because you honestly seem to enjoy my company even if you pretend you don’t.

     In that sense I suppose I find it very important that I met you? After all, in this city especially, I don’t have anyone like that. The people I thought I knew outside this city don’t know me so I don’t have a bond I can rely on. It’s what makes me hate this city so much. If they were my friends I’d probably enjoy this place because all-and-all things are not the worst even if I constantly keep being attacked..

     But being alone again just like I most feared is not something that I will bless this city for. Even if I have you, you still don’t prefer to admit things or to be forward and accepting of our situation. It means I still don’t have someone I can feel safe in relying on and finding comfort in.

     I’ll happy be that for you as you need without you asking, but I will keep up my mask of joy for you as much as I can. I’m sure if it ever broke you’d abandon me since that isn’t the man you found some form of attraction to.

     I would suppose that is fair enough and the best. You didn’t seem to have any place to feel safe before this city if you are a greeed, so having one now must be wonderful for you. I had a place for years and I didn’t even choose to take advantage of it so it is my own fault for missing my chance to fix myself.

     I’m going to try to make you a little gift. I’m no good at crafts so I’ll ask Sempai to teach me since he is very good with his hands so it looks decent. It might take me a little time but I promise I’ll get you it.

     You’re really attractive Kazari. You make yellow a very attractive colour. I might have to give it more of a chance; though it always was my favourite colour to have my tie when human. I suppose it’d be only right. A yellow tie close to my heart. I think that’d be a good thing to keep in mind. But imagining you as a tie; that’d be weird, but I’m sure there’s weirder things to do when you’re chronically depressed behind a mask of fake joy.

     I think I wrote enough you’ll just pretend to read it and just burn it later when I’m out of sight or rip it up so no one will know the truth.

                                                                       Sincerely,

                                                                              Urataros

[roterdiener-blog]

Message Sent

A deep breath.

He could feel it through his whole body.

Was he really that weak?

Slowly he rose a hand and in it he stared at the sand. Of course he was weak. Of course. It was there in his hand the proof of why. His blue hand slowly let the sand fall to the ground.

Was it just him or was it suddenly extremely quiet and slow around him? He didn’t bother to look up, even though he swore he heard the faint voices of those he knew in the distance. It felt like they were trying to talk to him from miles away, but that couldn’t be, right? Especially since something was just thrown at him. What was it?

With blurred vision he looked down and tried to reach out towards where he thought he felt the object land.

Was he already loosing that much ‘blood’? To think his vision was already being impaired and his brain so numb.

“My .. phone?” He questioned softly as he felt it in his hand. Right, he didn’t have it on him anymore. He lost it a few days before. He had forgotten all about it. That solved where it was.

Phone! He needed to contact him. He couldn’t, he couldn’t die without saying goodbye.

He had to say goodbye

He had to.

Doing his best to hurry, encase he wasn’t going to have enough time, he flipped open the phone and started to type in the number. Hitting send he waited.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

You have reached the number of--

He hung up. Of course he wasn’t going to answer. He never did, did he? He was always too busy, at least that’s what he said. He probably was just staring at his phone being grumpy, not wanting to answer too fast to see needy, and not wanting to answer to slow to seem like he hurried to answer or something. So he didn’t at all. It’d probably take a few calls before he’d be able to get him to answer.

The phone almost fell from his hand. There wasn’t time for that. Doing his best he tried to type out a message, barely able to hit send before the phone fell from his hand completely.

Collapsing next to it, his bright blue body was loosing color. It was fading to white. Breaking apart into sand that started to fall against the ground with his phone.

He could hear someone yelling, was his friend mourning over his mistake? He swore he could hear the sound of some destruction. Maybe he was attacking the other man who he swore he remembered was there.

The last of his body fell into sand, it already blowing away in the wind.

It was quiet but for not very long as the cellphone broke the silence. It vibrating a bit in the sand that remained, making it almost ‘swim’ over to a small badly made stuffed creature of the man who once stood in that spot. The music playing loudly as the cellphone demanded an answer.

Silence.

The music played again.

Then the sound of waves splashing, the sounds of multiple received texts that would never be read.

Only one text would remain.

>Sory ths is nt the best mesage but i have n time god bye kazari  i l o v e y o u