dear chuuya,

on the eve of our highschool graduation, you said something to me.

i remember your words clearly- i remember everything about you- and they ingrained themselves into my mind-

- as if your existence has burnt itself behind my eyelids, irrevocably, so that everything i would see when i closed my eyes were your ocean waves, your blazing pyres licking at my fingertips, your silhouette molding to take the shape of my shadow,

- as if your heartbeat became mine, your breaths mingled with mine, your hopestearsdreamsandsorrows all interlacing through my own,

and then, and then, and then-

"this isn't the time nor the place for having a broken heart," you whispered and looked up at the moon. "i know it's difficult, y/n, but... if you want, i can try and see if i am able to mend your heart with gold."

"that sounds... nice," i muttered, and if i had scooted closer to you on the stone steps of the school entrance, that was just my business. "really, really nice."

i sensed your hand on mine more than i actually felt it. it was like a gravitational pull, a shift between dimensions, a newfound, cracking, sparkling tension.

you eased all the weight off my tiny shoulders in that moment, my beloved. and still, i kept on wondering how you managed to ask "are you alright?" when you were the one burdening the entirety of me.

but maybe, just maybe... maybe the entirety of me would turn into the entirety of us.