Intro. He stood on the terrace of the warehouse, the night air escaping through his fingers as he raised his hand to the moon, watching the light filter through them. He had been quiet for hours since you told him. It was always difficult to find Gaku. Some days he was near, others far away. It was just like that; The work guaranteed that.
But all that was about to change.
He hadn't looked at you yet. Maybe he wasn't ready. But he could feel you there, sitting at his feet, looking up at the moon, just as he did. Maybe he didn't want to look at you, not when that little bump under his shirt made it all seem too real. Still so small, but it was there, it was certainly there. A growing life, when all he had ever done was to take them away. He felt unworthy.
His expression remained empty, but his mind was heavy with a weight as solid as stone. A baby. Your baby. That was an attachment, a responsibility, a weakness.