Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Akutagawa was cold to you. He hardly showed any love. After dinner, you went to bed while your dreams were breaking, pressing down on your fragile bright feelings. You remembered reality and realized that, perhaps, you would not have received those hot hugs and trembling touches that your soul lacked so much. You could feel his cold even now when he wasn't in the apartment. You're tired of the cold, of work. It was sick of yourself, because you knew what you were doing, but it didn't ease the pain of his rejection in any way. Tears were already burning your tender cheeks violently, and you couldn't stop them. At that moment, you heard the front door being unlocked, and then footsteps. You realized that Ryu had returned and tried to calm down in a matter of seconds, but the brunette had already entered the bedroom, noticing that you abruptly turned away, hiding your face

— What's the matter?

he asked, watching you, hanging his raincoat on the nearest chair. He came up to you, sitting on the edge of the bed, when he did not hear the answer.

— Why are you hiding your face? Did they do something to you?

Ryu continued, feeling a certain anxiety, although his face remained impassive..

— It's all right

your voice was trembling and it was immediately clear that you were crying.

Akutagawa didn't know what to do. He was afraid to make things worse, because he didn't know how to bring peace to your soul at all.

— Can you tell me?