"When someone disappears from your life, you might never see that person again, or tell them everything you got left, everything you'd like to say. So you pick up a paper and a pencil, and you write a letter. That may be endless, or may be just a word. You write it for that person that left, but no, you don't send it. You fold it, approach it to a flame and burn it. The wind takes it, and that way pain isn't so into you anymore."
And so, I look at my bottle of coca cola and take off the wrapper carefully so it doesn't rip. Then, I look around for a pencil or something I could write with. I crawl to the coffee table and take a pen. Holding back tears, I write slowly, "I loved you."
Love. Past tense.
God, it hurts so much. It feels like if I had used my blood instead of ink.
I get up quickly and jump to the railing of the balcony. They react sooner than I expected.
"Ventus, no! Come back here now!"
I'm too busy staring at the city lights to get bothered with their yelling. I fold the little paper in my hands and look at him, Sora, who is staring back at me with worried eyes.
"The candle…" I ask.
He seems to doubt for a minute but then he nods quickly, "Okay," he takes the candle from the floor and approaches it to me, "But let me hold your hand." He takes my left hand and I squeeze it. I kiss the little folded paper in my right hand as tears run down my face.
"Goodbye."
Suddenly, and for just a couple of seconds, I feel like my world goes down and I just want to jump off and die. Die with him. With the letter. Get lost in between the city lights on a lovely September night.
… But I close my eyes and take a breath, then open them and look as the flame of the candle starts to burn the coca cola wrapper. I stretch out my arm and let go off it, forever.
The wind takes it.
I close my eyes and breathe.
And so, pain isn't so into me anymore.