Note: A break from Brawl fics. Huzzah. My very first FMWS fanfic. Contains spoilers if no one has read it yet...
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FULL MOON WO SAGASHITE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS HERE.
Solitude, the only thing that could understand her. Who else could sympathize with the agony she had to go through everyday? Betrayel and jealousy racked inside her until it was engulfing her very own heart. If only she could speak, express her feelings and have someone there to comfort her.
The pink haired shinigami, Yui Meroko, continued the icy path past the trees and fallen leaves. The path was barren, no one passed by and the raging wind was never weary. She blanketed herself with a plaid trench coat and a thick muffler. The simple breeze blew at her snow cap.
She let out a small gasp as she tried to retrieve it, but her numb emotions made her movements sluggish, and she could care less of the tumbling accessory.
Meroko had no clue where she was headed, but the things that took place amongst her friends, she decided it was best for her to leave rather than to stay. What could she do to stop whatever was going on? The only thing she could do was watch as her best friend, Kouyama Mitsuki, move closer to the love of her life, Kira Takuto.
It was an agony to see the twelve-year old with black curly hair to bat her large crystal towards fliratiously and affectionately towards Takuto. Meroko loved Takuto with her whole heart. He knew her feelings, but he cast them aside since he obviously did not have any feelings for the pink-haired bunny girl. He loved Mitsuki since the day he found her, and Meroko couldn't do anything.
The overwhelming thoughts of their bond broke her heart, but the tears would not pour. Over the course of the situation, she began to feel numb. She no longer felt happiness, because the sorrow was taking over her, numbing her other emotions.
Soon she found herself at an extended river with a bridge built over it. The wooden bridge looked as if it were made ages ago, and although very old, it was still stable. Then the memories kicked in to the sixteen year old looking shinigami.
Meroko still remembered her past. How Mitsuki's grandmother had betrayed her, and how her past identity, Moe, had committed suicide by slitting her wrists over the bridge while it was raining. She believed that that was the most painful experience she went through, but she realized that she was going through it over again.
The man she loved in the past hadn't returned his feelings to her, Izumi betrayed her, and Takuto fell in love with her best friend.
"Is this my punishment? To love and never be loved?" she mumbled to herself and withdrew the sharp blade in her pocket. The numb feeling was hard to endure; she wanted to feel something other than it.
The blade was pressed against her bare skin, hard enough that blood trickled down her wrist unto her arm. Small drops of the red liquid oozed into the river then dispersed. More began to fall like the rain coming down the dark clouds.
The pain burned and she finally began to cry. Death was no escape; it only brought more pain.
Let it rain, drown out my pain, until he calls my name, I will never be the same...