Summertime   von Sayuri_Hiranuma
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                             Kapitel 1: Summertime
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A warm summer breeze whirled Uruha’s hair. It was one of those warm, lazy
nights with the sky slowly turning a deep orange. The Honeyblonde took another
smoke, releasing it in perfect circles which swirled a while in the air before
disappearing into nothing. The summer was going to end soon and the days were
slowly becoming short again, but the air was still hot and the mood sluggish.
Uruha’s gaze wandered idly to Aoi who was laughing with Ruki about a joke he
didn’t hear. The deep voice still send shivers down Uruha’s back. They had
their moments. The good and the bad ones. All of them had carved themselves into
Uruha’s mind. He chuckled softly and took another smoke of his cigarette,
letting it escape through the corner of his mouth. Let it swirl in the air
around him.
It felt like yesterday when they first met. Fell in love head over heels. It was
a summer night just like today, when their gazes first met. When they shared
more than just their dreams. Hot touches and low whispers. Fucks in dark
corners, mouths greedily colliding, whispers of sweet nothing in the dead of
night. 
With his gaze still locked on Aoi, Uruha remembered. How strange life could
be… he used to love him more than anything but now…?
They’ve fucked up, but probably that meant to happen right from the start.
Something as perfect as they have had , couldn’t have remained unstained.
Uruha smiled. He wasn’t sad anymore but on days like today the summertime
sadness got the best out of him.
Drunken fights and words which weren’t meant the way they had been spoken.
Uruha couldn’t tell whose fault it had been, the faultlines have crept slowly,
driving  them apart.
Uruha had been so deep in thought he hadn’t noticed that Aoi was looking his
way. Their gaze met and a soft smile tugged at the corners of Aoi's mouth.. .Not
particularly sad, just melancholic as if he had been thinking the same as Uruha
did. The cherished moments hey have had and the memory which was all that
remained. Uruha rose from the chair he was sitting. And walking by Aoi, his hand
stroke the Ravenhaird’s shoulder. Caressed him as he was used to do on so many
occasions, before disappearing inside the flat, leaving Aoi back on the balcony,
the way he had once left Uruha behind on one of those summer nights when their
paradise has shattered.

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