Okay, so, new story. The name is in Japanese and it means 'Blood Snow'. The name fits it, I think. This story is very sad, so don't read it if you don't like crying.
The snow fell everywhere. It fell even on his face, staining the white snow blood red.
Would I live with the burden of this on my shoulders? I couldn't help it. I couldn't help him.
I wiped the blood stained snow off of his face, my tears never falling. I'd never cry again, after this. I wouldn't become depressed, because he wouldn't like it. Would he? I hope not. Even after I have done this, I hoped he wouldn't hate me.
Was I a fool? Yes.
We all are, aren't we? Yes, but none of us decide to show it.
Because we don't want it to be true.
The tears would bottle up inside my body. I would try to cry, then I would yawn, and blink, and the tears would go away. Leaving my eyes dry.
I would sit in this spot everyday. Until he came back, of course. I couldn't believe my eyes. He wasn't real, was he? Of course not. It's just my dry, tired eyes, playing tricks on me. He would never come back. He couldn't. Because if he did, he would be one of them, and I would have to kill him, and if I killed him, he would be dead again, and if he was dead again, I would be all alone. Again.
Yet, he was real.
He was one of them, and I didn't have the strength to kill him, and he didn't hate me enough to kill me...yet.
I guess that was just a preview, but...eh, I like it. It was only 271 words though. Don't hate me! And as for my other story, Perfect Storm, I can't really...get in the writing mood for it. My muse wanted something depressing and sad.