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      One day I took a detour, and passed you. It was a chilly, bright, cold morning. You were sleeping ever so silently, and comfortably. Why were you sleeping? Why did you look so peaceful? I took off my jacket, and gently placed it on you. Maybe you would need it more than I.

      The next day, you were still there. However, you were not sleeping this time. Instead, you were intently staring ahead of you. What was your purpose? Slowly, my eyes trailed to your side. You were tightly grasping to my jacket. Were you planning to give it back? I decided to cross behind the bench. You wouldn’t notice me. I didn’t want you to notice me.

      The day after that, the weather was truly bothersome. It was raining, and you were still there, sleeping as intently as when I first saw you. Glancing up at my umbrella, I shrugged, and sauntered over to you. I positioned it so it would cover your head. I didn’t need it all that much. After all, I had another one. Surely you would give up trying to give anything back.

      The day after that, you didn’t let your guard down. You sat, intently watching the people passing by. Of course, I always crossed on the other side. I didn’t want you spotting me. After all, I gave those items away, right? A jacket and an umbrella were no big deal. And yet, you kept sitting there, forcing yourself not to sleep. Why were you looking for me?

      One day, I gave up and sat by you.  Were you shocked? Startled? I didn’t dare look—I didn’t dare speak. Maybe I’d let you think I was just taking a rest from my everyday life. Still...the silence was menacing. It was far too quiet. But it was futile. I had nothing to say. Why did I even bother sitting next to you? Thirty minutes passed, and I suddenly got up. I felt you jump up in surprise. Were you looking at me? I was about to leave, but your voice made me stop.

      “H-hey!” It was an earnest cry. I turned, and looked at you.

      “Yes?” I asked. I didn’t know whether I sounded annoyed, mad, or slightly pleased, but I got my answer when you just shook your head, and gave me an apologetic smile.

      “No, it’s nothing. Thanks.”  I nodded, didn’t return the smile, and walked the way I was supposed to. I knew what I had sounded like now. Confused. Severely, and utterly confused. Maybe I was glad you spoke to me, but it was too late for that now. I was already on my way. It would have been strange for me to turn back.

      After that encounter, I never saw you again. You weren’t on the bench, nor did I ever pass you by on the street. I often wonder what would have happened had I turned back and talked to you. Maybe I could have told you it was me who had been looking out for you. Maybe not. For now, this regret will be forever etched upon my heart. The feeling of loss will never disappear.

[A/N: Just a little short story based off of a shonen ai oneshot that I can't seem to remember the name oh >.< Shame on me! Well, cheers to my creative mind working again. God, I haven't used second person in SO long...

~ Verria]

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