"You can't stay there, you'll catch a cold," I say. But even if you did want to reply back, you couldn't even answer. A pit of something unidentified (or is it loss?) blossomed in my chest, and I forgot in what type your condition was. I sigh, and push the wheelchair you were sitting in to a more suitable location.
Your sacrifice was memorable, remarkable even. I wanted to stop you, but you wouldn't have listened, anyway. And that is what I love about you: you care deeply your friends, even for me, and for us. But you blamed yourself too often. I was there to support you, but you had pushed me away, but that's okay, because I'm always there for you, and I'm sure… you'd appreciate it too, somewhere…
Your eyes, which had been so a lively blue color, were now gradually modifying to a dull, lifeless color. I miss those eyes that would perk up when I would approach you, but when I do now, nothing has ever happened.
Your mouth in which I had longed to kiss you a long time ago, slightly open, as you sucked air from there, and I'll gladly help you if you need me.
Your voice, you would no longer speak to me, because you can't. I miss that voice you spoke to me, when you first defended me. Even if you wanted to yell me, or to scold me, like you've always did, I wouldn't have mind, because I want to hear the same voice I heard when I first met you.
But most of all, your personality. That's what I liked the most of you. Though we haven't known each other much, you still stuck up for me.
And my feelings, they have developed even more for you, no matter how you tried to look imitating, you had always looked cute, and because then, I'd promise to protect you, from terror, guilt, and from death.
But look where we are now. I've let you go, because I knew even If I protested, yelled, or cried, you would still have done it. There would be no stopping you, because I know you all too well. Shinozaki Ayumi,who cares more deeply for her friends than I had ever imagined for anyone else.
And when we had been transported to Heavenly Host, I feared that I, too will die, but I only pushed that aside, so that I could be your savior. You've may have shoved me, pushed me, insulted me, but my love for you would always remain.
That rotting smell, its cause of detached organs, the meaty smell of chopped pieces of flesh, the iron-y scent of brain matter, and others you couldn't bear to talk about. Talking corpses too, you panicked, you cried and made a pitiful sound, so I tried to help out my best.
And when you thanked me, a warm feeling arose, and I wanted to provide you support more as I best as I can… or so I vowed.
I'm sorry I couldn't save you.
(Really Sappy, I know)