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I’m afraid that if I let go of your hand...
you’ll fly away, you’ll shatter
"I can see it now."

Parched lips search for words. "See what?"

"I see the end."

Her words turn emptier and emptier, sentences short like winter days.

Gold light casts drippings of honey over her softened, porcelain features. The air is cold and unforgiving, and the moment is crucial; Iwaizumi shivers.

She is at peace, but Iwaizumi is not. She is able to let go, but he wants to hold on. He wants to hope, while she wants to fall. How did they come to this? How could he love her with such a conflicted heart?

Simple: she is all he has ever known.

"It's okay to let go, Hajime."

It's okay to fall.

Will you stop time?
All his life, Iwaizumi has been running.

He ran away from home, he ran away from the truth, he ran away from the police, but what he couldn't seem to run away from was trouble.

"It's not your fault."

He remembered (Name) telling him that during their first encounter.

"Society chose us as their outcasts; it's them to blame. We don't have a choice if we want to survive."

Afraid of the truth, Iwaizumi replied with a forced smile.

Her beauty lied in her compassion. That much Iwaizumi found out that day. It was enough for him to stay a little longer with her. She showed him a lot during those 24 hours, and took him under her wing.

She showed him that her home was not a specific place, or city. She was still searching for someone, or something. She showed him how the littlest things, like crocuses trying to push through the earth, or the musical crackling sound of food cooking in the street vendors, made the world a little more bearable. She told him of how she grew up a little too early, losing her youth along the way. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get it back. What kept her sane was the flickers of youth still burning in her little brother's eyes.

Neglecting her days of youth was what she regretted the most.

"Wasted youth is just one of the things you can never see coming. You don't know what you got until it's gone."

Silence reigned over Iwaizumi. Forced smiles weren't really appropriate answers anymore. What the hell was he supposed to do then? He glanced at her fingertips, but the majority of her hand was covered by sleeves. Uninviting. Closed off.

No, not now.

Whether the time was right or not, (Name) didn't seem the type who liked her hands to be held. But Iwaizumi was the type of guy who fell for the girls he knew he couldn't have, and after their midnight time wanderings through dimly lit streets, and damp, grey shores, Iwaizumi Hajime's heart was completely at her mercy.

What if this moment passes, as though it never happened?
Iwaizumi wants to stay in between worlds. Tentative digits skim over to where (Name) lies, but she isn't tangible anymore. The gold light envelops her like a cloth, and Iwaizumi knows he doesn't have much time.

"Don't leave..."

He doesn't say it, but he's scared. So damn scared of losing her.

"But I'm so close."

She's a butterfly and Iwaizumi can't help but chase her.

So he chooses death.