AN: Okay, well this is my 1st KND fic that doesn't completly revolve around Numbuh 4. Well actually, it kind of does but it's more about Numbuh 3.
I was inspired after watching OPERATION: HOSPITOL and was all like "Oh they're so cute together."
Oh and I wrote this poem, too!
POV 3
She stands in the cold,
Lost and alone.
He fell asleep on the couch and he has no clue that I'm watching him. I admire from outside the treehouse the perfect contours and curves of his face. I feel the fabric around me. His hooded sweatshirt. I wonder if he'll be mad that it's missing.
I bet he'll miss it more than me.
Watching as life,
Passes her by.
I'm filled with angst as I long for what will never be. I wish we could be together. Happily ever after. All I have left are my dreams.
She's filled with pain,
As she runs away.
I can't stay here with only foolish wishes. I turn away and run. Tears stream down my face as I realize I love him.
I wonder if he ever would have loved me.
2 months later. . .
POV 4
I'm numb. I can't feel. I don't want to. This isn't happening. No. It's a dream.
But it's not a dream. They found her body.
Everyone's saying stuff like:
Kuki was a dreamer.
or
Kuki was a great friend.
She's past tense now.
Now it is spring,
And we're left with her memory.
I went to the viewing. They fixed the body up so there was no sign of her torchurous death. She was pretty. But it wasn't her. It was a shell of her. A replica. Not the Kuki Sanban that I loved. Okay, I finally admit it 2 months too late. I love Kuki Sanban! Always have and always will.
I kissed her lifeless lips. She was too cold.
Why did she ever leave? I had no clue that she was unhappy. Did I cause her sadness?
Probably.
Someone please tell me. I only have one simple question.
Why?
Why did she run,
When she was so loved?