seasons of the heart.
"Amidst all his inescapable desire for his utter annihilation, another feeling poked the inside of his chest, making him weirdly uncomfortable with the sole idea. Even though his rage roared inside him to just crush his fucking face, the distressing realization he had just moments before, that is that against all odds, Izaya was an actual person, made him reconsider everything. If he were to let him go, he knew he was going to make the mistake of his life, but if he were to destroy him here and now, there was no way he could have lived with the guilt."
(of sweltering weather, and poorly timed phone calls)
- Part 1 of seasons of the heart.
Adding an orange twist on the rim, Shizuo placed the glass on the counter.
Wordlessly, Izaya took it nimbly, his fingers delicately wrapping around the stem and inspecting it under the dim lights. His perpetual smile spread to his eyes, “Did you poison it, Shizu-chan?”
“Just drink it, and get the hell out of here.”
(of misleading appearances, and incessant rain)
- Part 2 of seasons of the heart.