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Besides, it seemed to be that Hikaru like Yoshiki, you could clearly see the way that he looked at him. A voice in your head even told you that they were far of much better with each other. They were more closer and didn't need someone like you. It's one of those feelings that you'd rather keep until the day you die and get rid of, you wouldn't much regret it. But the time that you grow up, you'd realize that it was just some weird silly crushes. This would go away eventually, and all of that really didn't matter right now. You sighed and extended your hand, standing near the edge of your bed to grab your electric guitar that was hanging steadily from the guitar hanger. The sound of rain was muffled, you couldn't hear anything besides that as the window of your room was closed, using your guitar right now could set the mood. A nice stormy night with a clean tone of your guitar. Taking a grasp near the neck, you were startled by the sudden slam of your door opening almost made the guitar slip from your hand. Yoshiki stood there and he stared at you with a troubled look. Wearing a rainjacket and boots, holding a flashlight, drenched - he was panting as if he's just ran a marathon under the rain. He told you something that made the guitar fall, it should have been a sound that caused you immense anger but that didn't matter now. You bolted outside your home, not listening to your mother's words for you to come back. The rain drenched you and your legs ached with every step, heart beating in a painfully sporadic way. Yoshiki was on your tail and Hikaru was somewhere in the mountains. *ΰ© π€β§βΛ π’π‘ππ’ππ‘π πΆπ»ππΆπ½πΆπ±π°πΌπ³π³π²π²2023 ΰΌββ¦
