Snippet #1694624

Leo Armor

"What do you want?" Remo's voice was so cold, so suspicious, that Leo had to remind himself that he didn't look like himself anymore. That Remo wouldn't be able to recognize him. It still hurt, still stung, to be spoken to so coldly by the person he loved. I just want to tell you how sorry I am, is there anything wrong with that? Leo swallowed down a wave of pain, the memories of happy birthdays and cheerful holidays threatening to burst over him. It wasn't just the special days, it was everything else. The feeling that he was so close to someone else, that they loved each other, pure and simple. Yes, those were the memories Leo wanted to hold onto. The ones he refused to let go of. "Thanks," Remo said in Japanese. He straightened up, his face going blank. Or, well, almost blank. Leo could still see some doubt in his eyes, and maybe some pain at remembering some memories. 'I wish I could make all your bad memories go away, Remo. But all I can offer is the chance to make new, happy ones.' Leo swallowed again, remembering when he told that to his boyfriend. It seemed like it was eons ago. "You're a nice person." Remo frowned, gaze downcast. "But I need to go now." He turned to leave, but Leo grabbed his sleeve desperately.

"Don't go!" Leo shouted in Japanese. Around them, the sea of people parted, some giving the two curious looks. It wasn't every day you saw two foreign-looking men (Leo didn't exactly look like your stereotypical Japanese man, though he didn't know that). "Please," Leo added, switching back to English. His English wasn't the best, but he could still say enough to get his point across. "I mean! What kind of person would I be if I let you go off?" Leo's mind raced, trying to think of good reasons to keep Remo around. He doesn't have work today, does he? Oh God, I hope not. "There's a tea shop nearby," Leo pointed out, waving behind himself. He saw it when he had raced to catch up with Remo. Do I even have any money? Leo thought. I hope so. "I'll buy you something and we can talk," Leo offered.

Take it, take the offer, Leo thought. He gave Remo a warm smile, the kind that he used to when he came home after working all weekend, ready to just cuddle in bed with the love of his life. You remember my smile, right, Remo? Please tell me you remember my smile, my scent, my touch. Please tell me that you remember me, and that you'll never let me go, but you'll move on. You have to move on, forgive me for what I did to you, and find someone else to heal your broken heart. I can never take back my death, or the words I said, or the things I promised. All I can do is tell you, beg you, to forgive me and move on. Even though it'll break my heart, seeing you with another, it will heal yours. And isn't that for the better? After all, I love you so much, how could I dare wish you for myself, when I can give you nothing?

"I mean, what kind of tea do you like? Um, let me guess..." Leo suddenly added, racking his brain to remember what tea Remo liked. Oh, of course. "Green tea, or any kind of herbal tea. It calms you down, you know?" This was a mix of English and Japanese, since Leo didn't know some of the English words. To others, it was probably confusing, but he used to do it all the time on accident. Back when he was alive, that is.