The days have gone and the weeks pass, and classes have dragged on with them-- painfully, but they do. There was a pleasure in the theater activities, but with the clouds parting to bring the sun home again, there is still a good bye ( and the disappearance of a black haired man who’d become a friend ). It’s a little strange to be in class without him, Ken still finds himself looking for Ju when he settles into one of the back rows; well, habits are hard to break.
Ken sees him in passing, like wisps of smoke that you only catch under the right light; he catches his eyes or a wave, and he finds himself feeling like he glows when those fleeting moments arrive. Maybe he’s too attached, maybe he’s spent so much time alone and closed off that-- now when someone seems to care, wanted his attention, it’s like a flood gate bursts. It’s strange to want to spend time with someone so much, at least for him; Ken’s used to solitude, it’s known and comforting, he doesn’t know what to do when he aches for a person.
There’s bandages on his hands, Ken notices-- and it worries him. Brown eyes waver there for a second, wondering but mostly fretting; when did that start happening? The memory of thin cloth on his fingers doesn’t cross his mind.
“What-- What happened to you?
