continued from here ; @exposedemotions
ever since he walked out that day, yuta had been traveling time just to keep himself busy from thinking about the demon, their complicated relationship, mistakes that had not point on reliving but they often commit them again and again. he thought he can exactly do that when he was in another time dimension but fuck, every hour and every minute despite living the past all he could ever think of was dylan that whenever he was alone, the demon often became the catalyst of his sleepless nights. all the jargons that he had been feeding himself do him no justice at all. he was still feeding himself with the notions that they are better off this way, not seeing each other and let things die. After witnessing the happy union of a random couple in the year 1957, he figured it was time to go home (with a painful pang of how others’ relationships looked easier than his own). Exiting through the chapel’s door, he was unraveled with the sight of a bar. Somewhere where he had not wanted to go and somehow his own abilities served him wrong. he looked around for the way out but the second he wanted to walk, his body rendered motionless the moment he caught on the familiar figure on one of the stalls. that person (who is still dearest to him) was talking to someone with his fingers wrapped around the glass but his body’s languid movement was enough for the human to know that he is nearing his thresholds to lash out at the person next to him. funny because that person next to him used to be himself whenever they had their episodes of petty argument which is why he does not hesitate to walk over and touched his shoulder. He could have sworn even at that simple touch, his fingers burned with the sudden influx of emotions rushing through him but he ought to maintain his composure anyways as he confidently articulated those four words. He thanked god that he did not stutter his way out to voice them out because his hands felt cold upon his past lover’s shoulder.
"you’re welcome.” came his short reply though he felt slightly weird when the gratitude was laid onto him. the universe must be tired today had him chuckling fleetingly, hand falling down resting on the other’s shoulder bone promptly prior to nodding his head. ”yeah, i think so too.” he dared not to meet the latter’s eyes and he wondered if it is okay to just sit here, drinking next to the man but he thought it is better not to. What if he could not hold himself together in front of dylan? everything will be futile (when it is fuitle anyways), “i am tired too.” he had no idea why he said that but it was the truth. not heeding to his mind his body moved to sit next to dylan anyways. “mind if i join you? if i am a bother i would just you know, find another spot.”