Run With Me
She saw him. Standing by his comrade is grave, in the shady clearing, who had fallen in battle. His raven black hair had grown long and un-kept over the years, his obsidian eyes glazed over, a mixture of sorrow and guilt portrayed in them. He stood there in the pouring rain. Never moving. She had the urge to run up to him and throw her arms around him. "He looks so lost in himself, I can't bear him looking like that," She thought to herself. However, she stayed crouched behind the azalea bush.
"You don't have to hide, I know your there." The male spoke in a barley audible husky voice. He sounded so different from when they were children. A young man who had suffered a life built on revenge and hate. The voice raised goose bumps on her neck, the voice scared her, it wasn't him. Not as she remembered him. He turned around his eyes fixated on her. She could feel his gaze boring into her, burning holes in her flesh.
"What? Are you scared of me?" The voice called, mocking her. She stumbled up with as much dignity as she could muster. She stared at the figure in front of her. Her jade eyes scanned over the face skipping his stormy glare. The soaked white shirt hung off his muscular chest. The black cut-offs barley covered his calves.
"So are you?"
Her jade eyes snapped up to his black ones.
"The man who always runs, a coward. How can I be scared?"
"Hn" He turned away and knelt by the grave. His tears dripped down his face, which were then brushed away firecly by his hand. He knew he must not cry, it was a sign of weakness. His brother had taught him that.
"Why?"
"What?" He snapped.
"Why do you come and morn for friends who you abandoned? You knew they were dying yet you ran, never looking back. Never caring."
More tears fell and splashed on the white marble grave. The feeling of running away was like playing God. He did not think just ran, never looking back because he was afraid of the path destruction he had created.
"I can't
stop. I have to keep running. This voice inside it tells me to run.
Can't you see? I can't stop. Don't you think it hurts? I
have to leave those who I can about, the ones I love."
"You
could have stayed for me.," she whispered, a tear rolling down her
cheek. "You left me crying. What was stopping you from staying?
I waited for you for 8 years. I never even looked at another man. My
friends thought I was crazy, wasting myself on someone I had always
loved but never loved me!" Tears were streaming down her face, her
cherry hair darkened by the falling rain.
She felt his strong arms around her waist holding her to him.
"I have always loved you." He murmured softly in her ear. She gasped. Then more tears fell. He gently brushed them away with the back of his hand.
"Run with me." He whispered.
"What?" She stammered.
"Run with me. Come away from here we can go tonight. We can be together." She pulled away from him. Her tears mingled with rain.
"You are too late." She stated coldly. He looked at her confused.
"I love someone else. Did you really think I would wait a lifetime for you? I'm married. I am happy."
"We can still go"
"No, I can't leave my husband needs me, so do my children. I can't leave them to go of with my childhood crush. I'm sorry. I have to go." He grabbed her hand his onyx eyes searching her viridian ones. She pulled her hand away and ran from the clearing.
She ran back to her house when a worried looking blonde opened the door.
"Where have you been?" He asked hugging her.
"Just solving some unfinished business." She mumbled into his chest. She turned her head to the side, to see a figure darting behind a tree.
"Come let's go inside," said the blonde, he kissed her gently on the lips. She nodded and closed the door.
The figure stepped out from the shadows.
"I will always love you. My dear Sakura." He said then turned and disappeared into the night.
-The End-
