Chapter one
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravi! (Obviously) It belongs to it's creator as does Angels Fall First by Night wish.
'An angel face smiles to me
under a headline of tragedy'
Shuichi slowly strolled down the dim street, the heavy gray clouds that loomed above him threatened to release a down pour at any second. He walked with out a purpose, his eyes cast upon the asphalt beneath his tired feet. His misery stricken features told the story of an argument he had with his lover. He always took long walks on miserable days, when he felt the weather was siding with his feelings whenever he and Yuki had a disagreement about something. Normally Shuichi would cry for a few hours and go hide out at Hiro's till Yuki came around feeling sorry for the pink haired boy. But this time It had been three days since Shuichi had last seen his blond lover, this time it was different, this time the pink haired boy didn't see any light at the end of his dark tunnel.
He paused for a moment as a large wet rain drop landed square on his nose, he had lifted his gaze to the sky for a mere moment to gaze at it through his tear stricken eyes. Why do I always put up with his mean words? He always yells at me, telling me he hates me. Why do I have to love him as much as I do? Is it a curse or a gift? Oh... I don't know anymore.
'That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say'
He let a soft sigh of dismay escape his parted lips as he sank to the ground; he had found himself in the park, where he first met the wonderful romance novelist. His bright coloured sweater clung to his body as the rain had begun to fall, soaking Shuichi and everything about him, would Yuki really care if he were to just lie down and die right now? Would he dare to let a tear fall form his beautiful eyes that Shuichi had fallen in love with, would he? Would he even mourn his death, probably not, not after what he had said? He had been so mean, time and time again, he never failed to disappoint, but Shuichi just couldn't stay away, he had been far to forgiving. Well not anymore, now he wasn't weeping out of sadness, he was crying out of hate, he was angry with Yuki, with his beloved lover. He wanted to hold him and kiss him but at the same time he wanted to yell at him for all the emotional pain the blond writer has caused him.
"I loved you but you never loved me in return, how could I be so blind?" The pink haired boy called out to himself, no was around to hear his pathetic cries. He was alone, forgotten, he doubted he was even a thought to anyone. Like anyone would care if he were to die right now, in the cold, wet, dark... lonely park.