Usami-x-Misaki

Usagi only stared at the crying boy, sobbing so openly. “I’m sorry.” Misaki spoke, chocking lightly. The snow continued to fall around us. “Why are you apolizing?” The older man asked him, confused. “That was just.” A sob cut the sentence before he continued. “Too cruel!” he whips away a tear as he spoke. “You’d been in love with him the whole time! You always cared for him, and yet..!” it was hard for Misaki to speak as he kept crying. “He wanted to introduce her to you first!? He was so insensitive. This is the first time I’ve ever wanted to punch him!&rdquo

My eyes could only stare into the distance, as a leaned over the railing of the balcony. In three days would be the dead line of the novel, normally I didn’t care, I would write when I wanted and I would be done when I felt like it. But I there was just one thing bugging me. I had a blank mind for week now. Pressing the cigarette on the ash tray and with heavy shoulder I entered the living room. I opt to take the phone, but quickly declined it; any attempted would only cause failure. I walked up the stairs, the house echoing with every step, entering my office, in hope I could write again. The computer lite up, Misaki's picture illumina