I will remember the day we got married till the end of my life. It was a sunny winter day.

Everything around was white and sparkly. People started gathering pretty early and I was getting nervous.

I always avoided white clothing, but since it was my wedding I decided to wear a white tux. It made my dark hair look even darker. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I realized just how much I had changed.

I used to be a shy boy who avoided contact and prefered being by himself, there as now I was a strong man, known for his creativity and hard work, I even had a signing, many people came by, they wanted me to sign a copy of my novel for them.

I remember walking towards my Bokuto who was already waiting for me. Gosh, how gorgeous he looked in his tux, he had dyed his hair again, and it matched perfectly with mine. His golden eyes followed my every movement.

That day, when we finally exchanged wedding rings and I officially became his husband, was the happiest day of my life. He held me so close as we had our first dance, we moved slowly on the dancefloor and whispered sweet things to one another.

We went to our honey moon immediately after the after party. I wasn't sure where we were going, all I knew was that we would fly somewhere. I was rather surprised when we landed and I could see people walking around in swimsuits, I had gotten used to the cold weather, but this was much better.

Bokuto had rented us a place to stay near the beach. The first night...was incredible and unforgettable. Bokuto was slow and sweet, he made me feel things that I cannot describe in words. We spent many happy days there, recorded many happy memories.

There were nights when a thunderstorm raged outside, I continued on writing my book, but would stop from time to time to check if Bokuto was sleeping calmly.

Days, weeks, months passed. I released two more books. Bokuto had moved up many positions till he became in charge of the company. Our life was pretty much perfect, but things like these don't last, do they?

Even though it was an early morning, it was already raining hard. I woke up to a sweet smell coming from the kitchen. As I walked downstairs I was met by Bokuto, he was making pancakes for breakfast. He told me that he was going to work a bit late tonight as he must finish a project, I didn't mind, I had a book to finish anyway.

He went out and I stayed at home. I kept on writing and writing, a thunderstorm started raging outside and it was getting late, I had a couple of pages left.

It was around 11:07 when a got a really bad feeling, I called Bokuto, but he didn't answer his phone.  Since I trusted him, I waited longer.

He didn't come back.

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:) where could he be I wonder?

-hatari