Day by Day
"1568" I whispered as I dropped the stone. Running my fingers along the mark I just made on the now roughed edges of the once smooth wooden plank, I sat on the ruins of the wall, and stared out towards the wastelands. I came here every day, no matter how busy I was at the bakery, or with the little one, no matter. I came. I didn't know what I was expecting anymore. After all, it has been 4 years. 4 years since the fateful day I made it back within the once majestic walls of No. 6, 4 years since finding Safu, and 4 years since I've seen him. Blinking away the tears that were streaking down my tears, I saw Macbeth frantically squeaking, half dodging, half catching my tears as they fell. Wiping the last of my tears, I stood and took one last look towards the wastelands before turning back to head home. I couldn't help wondering if I should visit the house again, the house we once shared. When he left me, he had told me that I would be fine, that we would meet again. How many days has it been, how many weeks, how many years since then? Had he forgotten about me? Had he forgotten about….us? Once you've been loved and have loved once, you cannot forget it.
"1568" I whispered, clenching my fists and breaking into a run. After the walls had fallen, I had visited our little cozy home on the outside, hoping to find the irritable Nezumi, or even his softer alter ego, Ophelia. When I made it there, and finally wrenched the jammed door open, an empty home stared back at me. The dust had settled over Nezumi's beloved collections of Shakespeare and Faust, and a coldness that wasn't there before overwhelmed the small room. I ran from the house, screaming his name into the fog covered wastelands. I ran and ran, called his name over and over. But I learned that each time, nothing called back. I learned that no matter how much you want something, how many times you scream for it, sometimes, it's just out of your reach. That day, I had vowed to find Nezumi, and tell him what I couldn't tell him before.
"I love you."