Jag har länge funderat och funderat på en grej, jag har vänt och vridit på frågan så att jag har sett i praktiskt taget varenda vinkel på den: Borde jag få tillbaka min skrivarglädje snart? Snälla ge mig ett ämne, vadsomhelst, så ska jag ge det ett ärligt försök.
(Jag pratar såklart inte om blogginlägg nu, utan om mina gamla hederliga noveller som jag alltid skrev förut)

Jag tänker dela med mig av ett smakprov från en fic som jag döpt till "Prisoner of love". 

Suddenly Ryo Disclosed his eyes and looked at YamaPi with empty, glazed eyes. 
"You know what would be the worst thing in the whole wide world?" he said.
"No" YamaPi answered and cocked one of his eyebrows. "Is this another one of your stupid games? Because if it is I'll kill you!" he continued, getting slightly annoyed by the moment.
Ryo jerked back by the sudden harshness in his voice. "No... no it's not."
YamaPi sighed indoors. "Okay... tell me then"
Ryo remained silent first and then he whispered it, like it was the most normal thing to say in the whole world. "That would be if you left me"
His voice sounded so fragile and shatterable, almost making YamaPi suffocate. He didn't want to hear Ryo's voice in that tone. What are you doing idiot?! He put on a fake smile and said cheerily "What are you talking about dear? I would NEVER leave you!" The nausea welled up in his throat and threatened to choke him. 
He wondered if Ryo could see through his fake love.
What if?