How long has it been?
It's been a while.
Kukai has not spoken to me for quite the amount of time, and my heart ached to think of the reasons why he would not have answered to my constant texts.
Could he have been avoiding me? Could he have gotten bored of hanging out with me?
Like I said, my heart ached. I don't understand guys anyway. Why must they be so complicated?
I decided to text him once more.
'Kukai? Hey, are you alive?'
Five minutes later, I've gotten my first text from him in over two weeks. (I guess my birthday was ignored…)
'I am alive.'
I was not very satisfied with his blunt reply.
'What is wrong with you?'
The moment I had sent the text, I regretted it. More and more those days, it was like I was becoming a bipolar trapezoid. I was being mean, seeming like a furious stalker-girlfriend in the text, but I'm more worried for him than upset.
'I can't think anymore.'
I was dead afraid for him. My favorite guy…friend…could have autism. He could've hit his head and developed a mental disease! So I thought that's why he didn't reply to my texts. He forgot how.
'Um, I'm going to see you. I'll have Ikuto stalk you for me.'
Ikuto is one reliable stalker.
He tracked down Kukai within five minutes.
As soon as I found out where he was, I put on my heavy raincoat and reluctantly headed out of my apartment.
HOW CAN YOU LIKE THIS? IT'S TORTURE FOR ME TO WRITE THIS FANFICTION ABOUT EMOTIONS AND LOVE!
I'M A BROKEN HEARTED GIRL, THIS IS SO MASOCHISTIC. UGH.
I'm going to the last paragraphs. Just to get this thing over with.
"I think I may have fallen for you."
And then he smiled at me, like everything was going to be all right. Like he was expecting his arm to heal, like he was expecting his mom to come home safely, like he expected me to return his affections.
He squeezed my hand a little bit, like he didn't want to hurt me when he's the one who's hurt on the hospital bed right now. His cast felt rough and rigid against my skin, but I felt the warmth he meant to give off.
My heart skipped a beat.
My heart actually, skipped many beats.
And so I decided, without any denial that…
I won't let him down on the last expectation.
"You sweating, bleeding flirt."
He sat upright against the bedpost. I was astounded he would do that; he'd just fractured his spine. And then he leaned in, eyes closed.
I knew what was going to come up next.
The pleasure of his warm, smooth lips have caught me. I have never felt like his before kissing Ikuto. I wanted him to be mine, the kiss assured it. I can't be without him.
Kukai, I love you.
Why not, you meanie boo-boo head?
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