Coming HomeComing Home by ~KavumiSayomi
For the fifteenth -and that was just a rough estimate if anything- time that week, he just sat at his bedroom window, staring out of the glass into the busied morning streets. Nothing was going as well as it should've been since the other left for Tokyo. Of course, he knew he'd be back either tonight late or tomorrow in the afternoon, but that didn't ease his mind in the slightest. Continuing to wonder whether the other had enough cash to get dinner every night, or if he was in a safe hotel without any disgusting men to try and get anything from him, he sighed a bit and leaned back in the cool bed. No one ever meant as much as the other meant to him, no one even came close! Of course, he had no idea how much he meant to the other, or if he was ever on his mind this entire week.
Sighing a bit in defeat as his emotions took over and made him the depressed slug he'd been the entire week, even when he was working, he grabbed that same stupid phone with that same obnoxious ring tone and fli