He was only too familiar to the extremities of Shion’s emotions and knew they were prone to be self-destructive. When Shion still hadn’t come out hours after Nezumi had tried to coax him out for dinner, Nezumi grew worried. Nezumi had left him to mourn, after having promised to come immediately if Shion called for him.Īs the sky outside slowly bled out and turned black, silence settled in their apartment like heavy, stifling blanket. He had closed the blinds and retreated into their bedroom, closing himself off from the bright blue sky, from the sun smiling down at him, from the world that breathed and lived around him as if she hadn’t just cruelly embraced one of her children in her bosom. His most vivid memory was when they had returned from the cemetery. Of the emptiness scratching on his hollow insides as he watched the undertaker cover the coffin with dirt. Of the numb days when they shouldered the heavy burden of preparing for the funeral. Of the rage burning in his veins when Nezumi had held him back as he blindly rushed into the traffic to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. There’s a vague lingering feeling of the phone slipping out of his hand when the staticky voice apologetically informed him of her condition. In hindsight, he doesn’t remember much about that week.
It was on a beautiful spring day that he discovered a new kind of kiss. He had never known there were so many different kisses, but now that he was familiar with them, he couldn’t get enough. Kisses that made him dizzy and kisses that made him float. Kisses before bed and kisses before work. Nezumi’s newly developed habit of taking his hand and kissing his knuckles.
Lazy morning kisses over complaints about bad breath. Fleeting kisses as he was stirring the pot on the stove. Little Shionn who padded up to him, begging to be lifted up high and messily bumping his puckered lips against Shion’s cheek.Įvery kiss he gave and received was dear to him. Inukashi’s dogs that enthusiastically licked his hands whenever he ran into them at the marketplace. Kisses his mother gave him when he visited her at the bakery or at home. There are many different kinds of kisses, Shion learned.
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