[ for a moment, suga can't... do anything. he can't answer him, can scarcely even breathe; he just clings blindly to miyuki like he'll disappear the moment that he lets go, breath catching around the sharp lump in his throat.
none of this feels real. is it a dream? some kind of hallucination? maybe he's sick and didn't realize it, maybe he'll wake up at any moment to an empty bed and the reality that miyuki is still gone, maybe --
but miyuki is still squeezing him tightly, murmuring apologies and please stay into suga's hair, and... finally, trying to answer, suga's voice breaks on a choked little sob. ] ... I thought you were gone.
[ and now the tears are stinging at his eyes in earnest, bleeding into miyuki's shirt when suga presses his face into the other boy's shoulder. ] I thought I lost you.
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none of this feels real. is it a dream? some kind of hallucination? maybe he's sick and didn't realize it, maybe he'll wake up at any moment to an empty bed and the reality that miyuki is still gone, maybe --
but miyuki is still squeezing him tightly, murmuring apologies and please stay into suga's hair, and... finally, trying to answer, suga's voice breaks on a choked little sob. ] ... I thought you were gone.
[ and now the tears are stinging at his eyes in earnest, bleeding into miyuki's shirt when suga presses his face into the other boy's shoulder. ] I thought I lost you.