A quick drabble-poem, written at the end of the third book. I do realize book four is out, but I haven't seen it yet, and so can't comment. Dedicated to the High Council of Caledonia, and especially Jesus of Caledonia. In addition, many thanks to Hannah of Caledonia, for lending me books one through three in the first place!
No!
This can't be!
Oh, why?
Why?
Why now, after I finally got the courage?
Why?
Oh, Kyō!
This really hurts,
Because my father taught me honesty,
And my mother taught me sincerity,
And Mayura taught me love.
Love!
Can't you see these tears?
When I tell you that I hate you,
Understand that it's the greatest measure of love.
Mayura taught me to love.
I hate her for this.
I'm not strong like you,
So this hurts me.
I don't love you.
I never did.
I love Frey.
I don't need your protection.
Damn it!
Can't you see this?
I only say I hate you because I love you.
I'm hoist in my own petard, as you'd say.
Kyō, I can't see you…
In pain!
No, don't cry!
Kyō!
Exunt.