Littlest Things

Dreams, dreams…of when we had just started things. Dreams of you and me.

Reluctantly, Kyouya got up from his bed. He couldn't sleep. But he didn't want to leave the comfort of his bed, either. He had been thinking of her again. Her smile, her awkward laughter…he stopped himself before that lurching feeling in his chest came back.

Looking at the time, it was 5 AM in the morning. He still had a few hours to sleep in before he went to work. Kyouya glanced at his desk, he had a few more documents and proposals to look over. He may as well use his time productively.

After all, time is money.

It seems, it seems that I can't shake those memories. I wonder if you have the same dreams too.

Nightmares. She had them ever since. She couldn't sleep. It was always the same. Something, or someone. Pulling her away from a dark figure. Leaving her absolutely helpless and alone.

Looking at the time, it was 8 AM. She decided to take a walk. It helped her take her mind off of things.

The weather had gotten chillier over the weeks, dressed in a thin hoodie and jeans, she hugged herself to preserve the heat as she walked around the city.

Sometimes I find myself sitting back reminiscing, especially when I have to watch other people kissing.

She heard laughter. She noticed an old couple were taking a walk despite the cold weather, hand in hand.

She missed those times. She missed those times when she could fantasize about growing old with someone. She missed those times when she could sleep soundly. She missed his deep voice coaxing her that it'll be okay.

She missed him.

It was 7 AM. Kyouya got up from his desk and went to grab some coffee. Kyouya was never a morning person. But it seemed that Kyouya had countless sleepless nights. He sipped his coffee quietly, going through the schedule for the day. Two business meetings, one with the Japanese Health Minister, and the other with a business associate from Sweden.

He was a workaholic. Everyone knew. Tamaki constantly urged his friend to take a break. Tamaki and the Host Club always had gatherings. But Kyouya just had other things to do.

But it wasn't like he had a choice. It was either work, or…her.

Kyouya finished his coffee. He remembered her face when she tried black coffee for the first time. He smiled at the thought of her face. It was scrunched up and she was…cute, for the lack of a better word.

He missed her. He knew it was ridiculous. Everything reminded him of her.

It was like a disease with no cure.

The littlest things that take me there. I know it sounds lame but it's so true. I know it's not right but it seems unfair. How things are reminding me of you.

Based off of Lily Allen's song, "the Littlest Things".

I know I'm not the greatest writer out there haha, I'm not even sure if this story will even have a second chapter. But if you read through this then thank you. I appreciate that.