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[Fic] I Love You, Stranger
Title : [Fic] I Love You, Stranger (Prologue)
Rating : PG
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : Losing the love of his life to an accident 2 years prior, Nino decided it was high time he moved on; but things had its major turn around when at the same day he finally found the strength to let go, a man who looked exactly like Ohno appeared out of nowhere.
He flipped the ring resting at the center of his palm, turning it over and over as light danced all around it, the glittering silver rays bouncing back and forth as he held it up, staring at it and wondering for the nth time…
Was it worth it?
There was that tight knot inside his chest again and though he had been feeling that same emotion lingering for the last couple of years, he still couldn’t quite get used to it. He was used to being alone, but not after waking up to the realization that no matter how hard he tried pretending that he was okay, he knew he wasn’t and that he never will be.
Not since that day he went home to an empty apartment and his lover’s name all over the news as one of the many unfortunate people who wasn’t able to make it home alive. There hadn’t been much time to dwell on the thought, let alone make it past the initial shock that seemed to numb his senses right then and there. Probably because he was in denial; or maybe he still was, no one could tell at this point. It’s because he’s always been good at hiding his pain where nobody could see it as he opted on putting up a brave face just for the sake of his sanity. But the other three knew better than to leave him alone then, because when the pain started to be terrifyingly unbearable, he broke down into tiny pieces and it was only the three of them who helped him and stood by him as he slowly sew himself back together.
It had been two years.
Two years of waiting; of wondering whether it was right holding on to a promise they made to each other, simply because at this point, though he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that it was pointless. He spent years of his life silently wishing for the impossible; feeding himself false hopes whenever he listened to the last voicemail he received from him the night before the incident. Until now, that piercing pain deep in his gut stunned him to no end; just remembering the feel of his lover’s arms around him and his lips touching his were enough to make him lose control.
Clutching the ring close to his chest, he rolled to his side and felt that prickle of pain rolling over him, almost numbing him but still not quite. He curled himself into a ball, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep himself from sobbing out loud as warm tears rolled down his face, shutting his eyes close at the memory of the man who went missing exactly two years that day.
And for once, he decided to cry one last time and let go. There’s no way around it anymore; no other means to make things less painful because one way or another, he would have to do it. He had given himself enough time to wait while trying to believe a lie he kept feeding himself just because he still wasn’t ready to accept the fact that…
He’s not coming back.
With a muffled sob, he let go of the ring at the same time he felt something inside him clenched, uttering a quiet ‘goodbye’ while his heart silently whispered - ‘I love you.’
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