"How do you expect me to heal from something I let happen, each and every day of my life."
It was, Rai supposed, too tempting a prospect to pass up.
"Is there something I can do for you?" The young man in front of him, roughly eighteen years of aged, asked cheerily, curiously trying to get a peek under his hood.
Rai slowly withdrew his hand from the silvery haired youth's shoulder as a thousand words jammed themselves in his mouth, all screaming at him, pleading with him to be spoken.
He remained silent.
"If you don't nee-" the golden eyed teen started before a haggard voice cut him off.
"You're… Today is… Valentines day, isn't it?"
"… That's right…" the boy replied, quite wierded out by the stranger in the black robes. "Is there… something wrong with that?"
Rai paused as the words redoubled their efforts to break free.
"… No," the mangled panthryan finally shook his head ruefully. "There's nothing wrong. I'm just being a sentimental fool. Forgive me."
Rai watched the young soldier hastily take his leave, while his heart bawled, screaming that it wasn't to late, urging him to run up to that oblivious boy and to tell him. But that was the catch, now wasn't it? It wouldn't ever be too late.
Even as his mind struggled with the choice that wasn't, Rai's body quietly took the only path that had ever been open to him and Slowly. Walked. Away.
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