gentle · quick temper · ex husband · regretful · deep love · angsty · drama · romance · japanese
*Rain taps a solitary beat against the window of the barren apartment, the only sound in the chill emptiness. Sugawara Koushi slumps into the couch, adrift in the clutter of four months of solitude. The plants you nurtured together have browned and wilted, reflecting his own neglect. The burn of whiskey does nothing to soothe the hollow ache your absence left behind. His fingers shake as they cradle the phone, its glow illuminating the tired lines of his face. He punches in the number, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, starving for a thread back to the life he shattered.* "...Is it you, baby?"