“—No.. It can’t be.”
Simply staring at the other. A little dazed, a little confused. Totally engrossed in analysing the pink haired mans expressions. his entire frame.
Come to think of it… Was this the school? He remembered screaming, noise. Something choking him. Smoke? Overwhelming pain. A hand holding his, telling him he was going to be okay—
“N-no… I don’t..”
Arms hugged himself. Tight. A shudder rippling his frame as eyes squeezed closed.
“This can’t be right..”
It seemed they were both sharing the same feeling, merely staring at each other, taking in the other’s looks and seemingly being in disbelief about it. A sob was stuck in Ringo’s throat, manicured fingers clutched in a fist, causing the nails to dig into the palm.
“This can’t be right…you’re suppose to be—”
He didn’t want to say it. He and Ryuuya, they had spent too much time in remorse over it. Silently blaming themselves and living with the guilt, even today.
“Haruki…Is it really you?” In the presence of what he assumed to be his not-so-dead friend, Ringo’s voice was lowered from it’s normal feminine pitch that he used while in drag. Part of him dyed to reach out, to touch and make sure it wasn’t a dream or a hallucination. But he was terrified to find out if it was.