nt him lift his head. The sound of the door slamming, and after that, the silence of being alone. be embraced, walking to one of the chairs surrounding the coffee table the rest room and collapsed on him, narrowing even more among its own arms.
Uruha was still so damn immature about this ... all of this. It was minor. It was more liberal. Okay, I had less responsibility ... but ... but ... Why shit all he cared so little? He spent his ass to the management, fans, advertising and PR, all for a couple a couple of hormones riots.
-Uh ...
buried his face in his hands, feeling a twinge in my throat
Uruha was on the other side of the door all the time. After slamming leaned there, and sat slumped. Aoi him feel like an idiot. Or like a child. And now, as a bastard.
could hear it. Anyone who lays her head on the door I hear. She was crying, and it's not that I had seen crying before (though Aoi was not the type most sensitive in the world) but this was the first time to the fault. I knew, logically, that should be their fault, but did not have the slightest idea that he had done wrong. I just wanted to kiss, not specifically on the lips and we had what's wrong?
"Maybe he has repented ..." No, do not want to think aboutthat. Absolutely.
shook his head to ward off evil thoughts, but a little voice had appeared as a mantra.
"He has repented"
"No ..." "He has repented" "No."
could not stop it. Hit the floor, hit his leg and was about to hit the door, but he resisted. If it was true, it could face Aoi. I could not even face himself.
- What?
raised his head sharply. Looking around, were Reita and Kai. Despite being part of the face to cover the term of the former was considerably worried. Uruha stood, and draw a smile, avoiding looking at them.
"He has repented ..."
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