two months had passed since yamaguchi died.

a small funeral was held. it was calm and peaceful, just the type of aura yamaguchi would have enjoyed.

it took tsukishima a long time to bring himself to go through yamaguchi's things. after the funeral, he decided he was ready.

he walked home, entered, and headed straight to his bedroom closet.

he stared at the box that hadn't been touched since it was placed there two months ago.

tsukishima took a deep breath and grabbed it.

he turned on the light on his dresser and sat down on his bed.

he took one more big inhale before opening the box.

"empty?"

the box had nothing in it but one thing.

tsukishima reached in and pulled out a photo.

he looked at the picture with a smile forming on his face

he remembered that day perfectly.

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone

the song lyrics rang in his head

Wait for me to come home.

these lyrics stuck with tsukki the most.

he thought to himself, while looking at the picture

i may never move on. but i'm okay with that. because i know i still have you with me and i am gonna wait for you.

~ t h e  e n d ~