[drabble] Reality
He’d always wondered if he had met the other boy in a dream.
At times, he didn’t seem real; although Doumeki could see him with his own eyes, touch him with his fingers and hear him when he spoke, there would be moments when that existence seemed to linger. For just a split second, Watanuki would seemingly become transparent; when the wind swept through his hair, when he closed his eyes against the breeze.. something inside of Doumeki stilled, became panicked; and his shaking hands would take hold of that boy again, embracing him tightly to feel that he was there.
Alive.
Breathing.
Real.
If he didn’t act, didn’t move at the moment he did, Doumeki felt that Watanuki would disappear completely.
And that fear controlled him like no other.