Hallucinations

For you dear. What I promised.

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"You're cute."

The phrase repeated itself perpetually in Yuki's mind as he was walking up a hill with a mild gradient; grass and trees, both young and husks lined the street on both sides. The bright sin's radiant heat created mirages not far off from his position, they remained forever fixated, moving with him.

"You're cute."

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"I like you, alot." She whispered timidly into Yuki's ear.

It took him courage to rouse from a corpse-like state, to place his hand unto her waist after an eternity of inner turmoil and doubt. One that his companion of the day seems to have disregarded long ago. Her warmth seeped into him. He held her closer. Resting his head on top of hers which laid on his shoulder.

"I like you, alot." Repeated in his head.

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"I would like to hold your hand again." he whispered to her.

The bus' engine roared on the ramp leading unto the highway. He was on his way to meet her again. At a shopping complex that he has not visited for a long time. Insecurity laced his mind. The passengers were few and uninteresting, Yuki decided to turn his gaze to the fast moving street. His interest at the passing trees and cars waned as the words weighted in his mind heavily. Eyelids lowered, he contemplated the words carefully. It carried a promise, for her; for himself. A promise that requested for a future when it was uncertain.

"I want to hold your hand again." His silent mutterings carried away by the noise of the bus.

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"I miss you." a message appeared in the conversational window.

The title in the taskbar flashed incessantly. The message was simple and clear. She missed him. He missed her too even though he was chatting with her on his computer seat. Moreover, he missed her touch; her hands; her smell, when she rested her head on his shoulder. The cursor pointed towards the flashing title, the window appeared; The cursor flashing, begging for input.

"I miss you too." he typed in with a smile.

The kisses. Well, generally everything that happened on Friday.

Touching your hair and jolting you when I ended the call. Holding your hand again, browsing odd stuff in Action City. Getting lost looking for MPH.

The way you supported me when I asked you to be my girlfriend, I know I asked before, but when we were face to face it was a lot harder.

How you didn't mind me not being romantic nor strong enough that I actually told you I have no idea how long it might last.

Not giving a fuck about that old uncle across the lounge.

My first kiss outside Haagen Daaz, playing traffic lights with the shoppers, and then not giving a fuck about them in the end.

Holding your hand more, walking around randomly, the kiss near the weird suspended cola can in river. Going back to MPH.

Using books as an excuse to stay close and hobo'ing at that corner.

More kisses.

The test of trust between us.

Throwing away books completely to snuggle, playing with your petite hands.

Having my world spin round and round by your antics.

The taste of your lips, mouth and even braces. The smell in your hair, nuzzling your neck, your petite frame, your delicate hands.

You're amazing.