You’d known him since Highschool; since his ups and downs, known his ins and outs. Daisuke was your best friend, your everything. You only wished to call him your lover too.

Today was normal; sat on his bed, his head on your shoulder as he watched you doodle in a little sketchbook you carried everywhere- you were the whole reason he’d gotten into art.

“My mum got me an apprenticeship” she spoke up, voice a mix of apprehension and excitement. “A year aboard the Pony Express’ very own Tulpar space ship!”

A year? A year away from him? You couldn’t tell if you were happy, angry or sad. Maybe all three.