i remember it all too well.
— and you found yourself, a sobbing mess in the bathroom missing manjiro once again. the only guy you were ever willing to disobey your parents just to love him.
"manjiro..." you held your knees close to you just like how you held onto him, riding on his motorcycle, covered up bruises, wind in your hair, running away from the cops.
even if it hurted, you remembered it all too well.
