Lovesick
angst, character introspection, vignette, Fuma, Tom/Fuma
Fuma's heart had fallen so many times for Tom Brand it skipped a beat at the mention of his name to avoid tripping. Fuma's heart had also broken innumerable times for Tom, and it now threatened to split apart at the sight of him before Tom could smash it to pieces again. Fuma knew love. He knew it better than he'd liked to, knew better than the most insightful romance writer or playboy.
Once upon a time, when the world was new, it put a smile on his face. Today, it curved his lips downwards. He was sick of love.