[It might be more reasonable for Albert to not get his hopes up, but Mitsuki saying he won't give up on him makes a touch of the queasiness subside. Maybe... there's hope. Maybe they can still be friends. Something, anything, he'll take anything at this point because losing Mitsuki is the most painful thing he's thought of since he arrived here.
He needs time, and Albert will give it to him. He'll stay out of his way, give him space. He'll give him anything. The flowers will stop arriving at the bakery, and he won't stop by before heading to the office. They won't hold hands or kiss or be anything at all, as far as Albert is concerned. If he breaks things off for now in his heart, it will hurt less if they're never returned again.]
If... you'd like to talk to anyone, Ignis also knows. I confessed to him some time ago, when he noticed the problems I was having with William and Louis.
[Albert's heart feels so dull, his senses feel foggy... He can't see properly, but he doesn't realize that it's because he's crying for several moments. Then he makes a gentle movement to pull a handkerchief from his nightstand to cover his face with.]
I'm... so sorry. I don't have any right to be upset, I know that. I never intended to hurt you, though. Please... please know that. I only ever wanted to see you smile.
[As he clenches the handkerchief in one hand, he reaches for his phone with the other. It feels so... final, doing this. Acknowledging in his heart that if he does this, Mitsuki may never step into this house again. That they may never look at each other again. He doesn't doubt the sincerity of him not wanting to give up, but some things are just... insurmountable.
Again again again, he wants to tell him how much he loves him, how he doesn't want to live in this world without him. How much it destroys him to think that he's hurt Mitsuki.]
Let me call someone to take you home.
[He punches a few things into his phone with his thumb, fumbling like he hasn't been using it these six months. He has to stop and take a deep breath. This was his own fault. He did this. He ruined his own life. He deserves to suffer, to be alone. To lose the sun in his sky.
So why does it hurt? Why was he foolish enough to let himself love? Mitsuki isn't a soldier, he isn't anything so rough and terrible. He's an idol, a brilliant conversationalist, a gifted performer... He is leagues above what Albert deserves.
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He needs time, and Albert will give it to him. He'll stay out of his way, give him space. He'll give him anything. The flowers will stop arriving at the bakery, and he won't stop by before heading to the office. They won't hold hands or kiss or be anything at all, as far as Albert is concerned. If he breaks things off for now in his heart, it will hurt less if they're never returned again.]
If... you'd like to talk to anyone, Ignis also knows. I confessed to him some time ago, when he noticed the problems I was having with William and Louis.
[Albert's heart feels so dull, his senses feel foggy... He can't see properly, but he doesn't realize that it's because he's crying for several moments. Then he makes a gentle movement to pull a handkerchief from his nightstand to cover his face with.]
I'm... so sorry. I don't have any right to be upset, I know that. I never intended to hurt you, though. Please... please know that. I only ever wanted to see you smile.
[As he clenches the handkerchief in one hand, he reaches for his phone with the other. It feels so... final, doing this. Acknowledging in his heart that if he does this, Mitsuki may never step into this house again. That they may never look at each other again. He doesn't doubt the sincerity of him not wanting to give up, but some things are just... insurmountable.
Again again again, he wants to tell him how much he loves him, how he doesn't want to live in this world without him. How much it destroys him to think that he's hurt Mitsuki.]
Let me call someone to take you home.
[He punches a few things into his phone with his thumb, fumbling like he hasn't been using it these six months. He has to stop and take a deep breath. This was his own fault. He did this. He ruined his own life. He deserves to suffer, to be alone. To lose the sun in his sky.
So why does it hurt? Why was he foolish enough to let himself love? Mitsuki isn't a soldier, he isn't anything so rough and terrible. He's an idol, a brilliant conversationalist, a gifted performer... He is leagues above what Albert deserves.
He shouldn't have ever started this.]