BROKEN PROMISES. . .

"I miss you more than I thought that I could,

I miss you."

"You set fire to my world, couldn't handle the heat

Now I'm sleeping alone, and I'm starting to freeze."

ruin my life : zara larsson

— angst

— sorry

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Being a senior high school wasn't always easy. Especially when you're missing the most important person in his life. What's the point of living if life has no more meaning?

Amane walked past his old classroom, head hung low. Rays of the bright sun shone past the window, illuminating the rows of chairs and tables inside. It almost looked like it came out of a painting. A flash of a memory suddenly hit Amane, like a bus with no brakes going at full speed. It hurts.

There was a faint image of Yashiro that flashed in his mind — slight, but still enough to make Amane's heart clench in his chest, as if sharp nails dug onto it and drew out blood. He silently stared at a certain chair, recalling when he used to sit there and play with Yashiro's hair, who was seated right in front of him. His hands twitched, remembering when he ran his fingers through her soft hair, and she would relax almost instantly.

Amane shook his head and continued on his destination. It was no time for that. He forced himself to look away and go straight to his current classroom.

His seat was cold.

No matter how many hours he sat sat there — days, even — it could never get warm. It's not like his frigid body temperature helped either. He missed Yashiro's warmth. She was soft, and so cuddly. He could hug her forever and never get sick of it — he could imagine her soft laughter ringing in his ears like a mellifluous song. Longing for her presence bloomed in his chest like a wildfire; uncontrollable and it's making him crazy. He gripped the fabric of his pants.

"Yugi-san, what's the point of even attending class if you aren't gonna listen?" The teacher snapped. "You know the punishment."

Amane, eyes still glued on the window, apologized. What's the point of even attending school if it only makes me remember her? But now that he thought about it, he only attends everyday because it's the only place where he has memories with her.

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Amane was starving.

He forgot to bring his lunch and he couldn't bring himself to ask his brother. He shied away from all the pitiful stares he received with a scowl. Amane decided to hide in his safe zone.

Although the only reason why he has to clean the girls' bathroom is because it's a punishment, it was his comfort spot because Yashiro used to clean it with him. Yashiro would volunteer to also clean the girls' bathroom so that she could accompany Amane — what a sweetheart — and everyday, they'd go together, laughter and terrible jokes filling the room. Sometimes, things could even lead somewhere.

Weirdly enough, it was also where they shared their first kiss.

After a few hours, Amane finished mopping the floor. Squeaky clean, Yashiro used to say. Amane smiled when he heard her voice inside his head.

He decided to visit Yashiro's favorite place: the flower shop. Stomach still grumbling, aching for food, Amane sprinted over to the shop and bought a certain type of flower that Yashiro adored (not because of the flower itself, but because of the meaning behind it).

Chrysanthemums.

Amane held the small bouquet close to his chest. He needed to go somewhere. His feet led him down to a familiar path, one that he used to take with his special someone.

Each step was heavy for Amane, as if there was weights pulling him down, arms outstretched and grabbing him to collide with the concrete ground. That wouldn't sound too bad if it meant he could end his misery.

Today was the same day where Amane made a promise to Yashiro 2 years ago.

That wonderful, wonderful year where nothing else mattered because they had each other, and it was more than enough. Warmth bloomed in Amane's chest at that time when Yashiro beamed a smile. She looked so pretty — like an angel from above. Aphrodite would've envied her bright personality and sweet smile.

"It's just you and I, together. Always."

Amane chuckled. "Yeah? Promise?"

Yashiro grinned, her hair flowing along the rhythm of the breeze, making Amane blush at the sight. "Yeah. Promise."

"Promise," Amane muttered under his breath, staring at the tombstone that had Yashiro's name engraved on it, decorated with wilted chrysanthemums, and now, with a new, fresh one. "It's just you and I against the world, Nene. Always."

Amane smiled despite the tears welling in his eyes. "I miss you, you know."

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Requested by: violet13m

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