โ โ โ โ โ โช but alasใhe exhales.
taking a moment to acknowledge what his best friend said. โซ
โ you know me... i'm very picky about my space and what or who is allowed in. โ he says with another careful brush of his thumb against pale skin.
โ โ โ โ โ โช intertwined fingers remainใ
one of few memories satoru could tether between them and still enjoy. it wouldn't be absurd to say his mind was racing with incomprehensible thoughts about their past affairs. about their blue spring days. โซ โ
โ โ โ โ โ โช ocean blue gaze lingersใ
staring at the empty section of unoccupied wall.
something should've went there. or perhaps ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. someone strung up like a deity for ๐๐๐๐ satoru to see.
for ๐๐๐๐ him to love. โซ โ