'Is there really no freedom for us?'
There was an outstretched silence for a long moment. They were both lost in their own thoughts, staring at different points in the darkness, yet tethered by the same heavy realization.
The sky outside was still hemorrhaging the crimson hues of the burning moon. Under that oppressive, bloody light, the trees were singing a lullaby, synchronized with the melody created by the movement of the golden leaves.
Surrounded by a thousand things that wished to digest them, two humans sat.
Close.
'Too close.'
Well, there was not much space so, it was inevitable.
Ishiki's face was flustered red, he was unable to focus on anything... he sat with his back pressed against the cold stone, knees drawn up to his chest to conserve warmth.
Beside him, Yuki mirrored his posture and her shoulder hovered inches from his.
It was a gap he could bridge by just inhaling too deeply.
But, he didn't dare.
