Stop lying to me! ..[He stops, swept away already just by the sound of his voice for a moment Akihiko can do nothing but lean against the doorway to his bedroom. Here in this apartment, he got for himself; he is on his own two feet now. He was moving on, or so he kept telling himself, yet, here he is.
A choice in front of him, stay, or go. It is simple; He supposedly made that choice the night he let hands part without lips saying a final goodbye to each other.
It feels wrong for that to be it; somewhere deep inside of him, it’s as if he knew all along. The love that happened, it never stopped, still at this moment, it shivers across the line between them.
Even as Ugetsu tries to push him away and pull him as he has done for so long, it could be just yesterday that they last spoke for how easily this routine was established.
But now, he will not let it be this time. Not this time, he is more robust, he has become more than he was, he is playing again. He found his love for the violin, yet within those strings still wrapped tight around every sound he makes with the instrument, is ugetsu, even if he has denied this to himself.
He stops denying; he moves to shut off lights, grabbing his keys, sliding on his shoes. The decision was made before he ever picked up the phone. He should stop himself; he should turn around; he should hang up.]
It’s what you wanted to happen.
[Nothing, nothing has happened, because nothing has changed, those walls still know him, they even encase him within them in a way, and tonight, he can be heard over the line, obviously making his way to return to them.
More to return to the man who lives within them still. He is just going to see if he is okay, he rationalizes to himself. In his heart, he knows better.]
Always and forever >>
A choice in front of him, stay, or go. It is simple; He supposedly made that choice the night he let hands part without lips saying a final goodbye to each other.
It feels wrong for that to be it; somewhere deep inside of him, it’s as if he knew all along. The love that happened, it never stopped, still at this moment, it shivers across the line between them.
Even as Ugetsu tries to push him away and pull him as he has done for so long, it could be just yesterday that they last spoke for how easily this routine was established.
But now, he will not let it be this time. Not this time, he is more robust, he has become more than he was, he is playing again. He found his love for the violin, yet within those strings still wrapped tight around every sound he makes with the instrument, is ugetsu, even if he has denied this to himself.
He stops denying; he moves to shut off lights, grabbing his keys, sliding on his shoes. The decision was made before he ever picked up the phone. He should stop himself; he should turn around; he should hang up.]
It’s what you wanted to happen.
[Nothing, nothing has happened, because nothing has changed, those walls still know him, they even encase him within them in a way, and tonight, he can be heard over the line, obviously making his way to return to them.
More to return to the man who lives within them still. He is just going to see if he is okay, he rationalizes to himself. In his heart, he knows better.]