two ; xinglu

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roll the dice.

here we are. reality. here's the two of you, and here's the two of you in a studio with wooden floors and mirrored walls. here's the two of you drenched in sweat. here's the two of you among ten, among twenty.

here's the two of you, friends.

roll it again.

and here we are again. not quite reality. here's you, and there he is. you've started cities apart but that doesn't keep history from repeating itself - you're on stage, and he joins you on stage. it's a competition. here we are; final eighty, final forty, final twenty - you lose, he goes on.

but here's the two of you, friends.

roll the dice.

let's start over. let's say that you never knew each other. let's say that he went to a foreign country. let's say that you went to a foreign country. let's say that, by a stroke of luck, it was the same foreign country. and let's say that you ended up at the same city, the same school.

let's say that you cross paths one day - it isn't difficult, it isn't a very big school - and that your friend is friends with him, and hey, we're heading to club right now, you're new, right, wanna come along? and here we are again. and here's the two of you, friends.

loaded dice this time, and roll the dice.

here we are. reality. here's the two of you, and here's the two of you in the room you share. you haven't always shared a room. you haven't always been friends.

you haven't always been more than friends.

a lot has happened.

but roll the dice again.

the concrete is gritty and brittle against your fingers. you trace them along the edges of the graffiti, staring at the ferris wheel in the distance. the railing is cool against your back.

your shadows meet first. then your eyes.

you have the same bag as he does.

your shadows meet last.

this is not the way you would like it to go.

roll the loaded dice, and this time your chin rests against the crook of his neck, arm tucked under his arm, leg tucked between his legs. here's the two of you, tired and homesick. here's the two of you, and here's a piece of home. here's the two of you, and he wonders briefly if there could be something more—but here's the two of you.

and you're friends.

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[alaeaureae.livejournal.com]

it's very rough/needs a lot of work and a comment on my tendency to cast them as friends no matter what i'm writing, but thank you! sometimes i forget people read things ~o~ (i'm not v good at replying to things ><"""")