I wrote this for one of my friends. She really loves Ryo.
Ryo's POV
It was a stormy day out in Koma Village. I was in the graveyard looking at my beautiful wife's grave, Ai. She had died in child birth while bringing our son Ginga into this world. Everyone tells me its going to be fine that I'll just have to raise Ginga on my own, that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried about him growing up and asking about what happened to his mother. What am suppose to say? How will he react?
Even though this happens a lot I still couldn't help but think I could have done something. I could have stopped this all from happening. When we were young, young teens in love, it was hard to go up to the girl of your dreams and say "hello" but now I realize its harder to say goodbye. Not a goodbye like I'll see you tomorrow, no, its a goodbye forever.
My parents told me that the "Immortal Phoenix" shouldn't feel like this. The Phoenix shouldn't feel sad. The Phoenix should be the firing passionate bird it was meant to be. I may be the Phoenix, but right now I'm just a bird, a bird with nowhere to go, a bird with no wings, no dreams. Can't Phoenix's if they lose someone important to them just give up? Let the flame die. Let everything go. Let the world consume them in the horrible reality of life.
I bet they can. Because right now I have no flame. There is nothing left inside me. No passion, no laughter, no smile, no sense, no happiness. Nothing. All that's left is a heart, a heart that had been broken. Why now? Why it couldn't it be me? Why is this so hard? Why does this make me burn with anger for no reason? Can't everything go back to normal? When she was still in my arms. Still in my view to make sure anybody or anything couldn't hurt her.
Today's rain fits this moment just right, like a movie. The rain makes me think of the hour they told me she was gone. The anger, the rage, the disappointment, the heart break. Its all I feel everyday. Nobody warned me about this. Nobody came up to me and said "this will happen in life." how was I suppose to know this would happen? How was I suppose to know I would lose everything, everything I lived for in a matter of hours.
I never got to tell her how much she means to me, how much I love her, how much I would do for her. All those things I did for as a kid seemed pity now, like I could have probably done more. I probably could have done more.
I lost everything just like a fire burns everything.