Author's Note: Finished Okamiden an hour ago and I felt this great urge to write. Just a short drabble/onehsot thingy and I'm using "taste" rather loosely, so yeah. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Okamiden.
Sorry, Boy
What does guilt taste like?
Salty tears, long embraces, memories before our eyes, the pain in my chest, the pain everywhere else.
What does regret taste like?
Forever friends, long days, short nights, the furball curled up beside me, the scholar lady's name, the people I didn't know.
What does hope taste like?
Warm.
What does love taste like?
Music in the air, cherry blossoms in your hair, hugs, you licking my face, the Miko's face when she's angry, the mermaid fussing over the brat with the wooden sword, just being…here.
What does sorrow taste like?
Losing Sugawara, seeing everyone cry, watching you get hurt for me, listening to you shout my name, feeling your fur over my skin, listening to you whimper.
What does Death taste like?
The single tear sliding down my cheek, vision fading into black, watching you cry and knowing I can't do a damn thing about it.