graveyard (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)
…fuk
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The most he could do was sit on his knees in front of a vaguely familiar gray stone, his hand gently ontop of the cold, somewhat wet stone. He couldn’t believe it, just a few days ago the two were talking and laughing, Haru fell asleep on Urara, they kissed a few times… and now, Haru was sitting in front of his friend’s tombstone, his fingers gently brushing against the cold surface.
"Urara," Haru started speaking under his breath. He tried to find the right words to say, tell Urara about his day - even if he couldn’t hear him.
He felt tears well up in his eyes, and something get caught in his throat. He knew what was coming, he just didn’t know what the hell to call it. Haru wiped at his eyes quickly with the hand that was resting on his lap, feeling himself tremble a little. “I-I m-miss y— ou…” He tried to speak, his words quivering.
"Y-You’ll come back, r-right? J-Just like our…p..pl..anet…" He tried to speak, but could only become a sobbing mess. He had no intention of leaving Urara’s side, even if it meant he would be completely alone.
The only thing that never changed about Haru was the fact that he was still smiling, even with all the pain he was feeling. He held onto the small shard of hope that Urara was physically sitting next to him, wiping away his tears for him and kissing his forehead.
But even then, that small amount of hope was very painful.
