Post by amaya hisoka siriano on Apr 22, 2013 0:07:12 GMT
"To my dearest Amaya-kun," the letter began.
"I hope you remember me. I certainly won't ever forget the excellent night we shared. You are the most beautiful person I have ever met, and I hope we will meet again in the throes of passion.
-Sosuke"
It was a wonder that he still got messages from his old lovers or one-night-stands back in Japan. He'd meant to cut off all ties ages ago, and thought he'd done a decent job of it. Apparently not good enough, as they were still able to trace him well enough to send these. Most of the letters said the same thing, that he was hot, that the sex was great, can we do it again?, though most weren't as eloquent as the last one. It was irritating to receive the letters, because to him, sex was sex. He never thought of it as more than that. Yes, it was frequent and pleasurable, but not deep or emotional. Just sex.
Thinking about it long enough was painful and exhausting, and thus he elected to not. Rather, he would write for hours about easier thoughts, such as physical pain and the blunt darkness of death.
But today, having gotten the new letter from Sosuke, who was a writing teacher of his, one that he spent many long hours with speaking to on his writing, it was harder to forget. Not even good poetry chocked full of symbolism was enough today. So, he sought solace in the meditation room.
The concept of a meditation room was ingenious and delightful to him. One could leave their earthly horrors behind for serenity and silence. There were only a few other students there, and no one was speaking, which was just as well. Taking in the sweet air - there were open window - Amaya opened his hands upward and sat, legs crossed. It was perfection.
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