The war was over.
I remembered running to a certain place, all the while ignoring the pain from my wounds. I was worried about something.
But what was it?
I saw a man lying on the ground and felt my heart clutched painfully at the sight. I knew that man! I ran faster towards him and held him in my arms securely. I cried out his name as I tried to wake him up by shaking his body as hard as I could.
Yet, the man did not react to any of my attempts. His lifeless dark blue orbs stared back at me. The truth fell onto me hard.
I started crying loudly, holding his body close to mine, trying to warm up the cold body in my arms. The rain poured onto both of us, soaking us wet. Ignoring the cold feeling, I tighten my hold and held him even closer to myself.
"...I love you..." I whispered softly to his ears. Silently, I hoped that he could wake up and tell me that it was all just a sick joke.
The war, the exorcist, innocence, dark matter, his death...
Everything.
"...I love you..." I repeated, louder this time. What was I hoping, really? He won't wake up and say that he love me back.
Not when his heart already belong to someone.
It was then I realise his right hand was holding onto something tightly. It was as if he was protecting it before he died.
I slowly opened his palm and stared at the thing inside. My heart stopped beating as I stared at the elegant necklace in his palm. I recognised it. I knew that necklace. It was a gift from him to my beloved.
Tears flowed down my face as I smiled bitterly to no one.
Once again, I found myself asking, What was I hoping for? I knew that he will never love me. He already had a lover. So its only natural that he protected the gift from his lover even though he knew he will die doing so, right? I knew it all along.
So why was my heart screwing in such agonizing pain when I looked at the necklace?
It hurts so much.
It really hurts.
It hurts to know that he love someone, that was not me, that much until he was willing to give up his life.
I could feel my wounds starting to take a toll on my body. I fell forward ungracefully. My senses were getting blurry.
I slowly turned my head to him and smiled.
At least, I'm beside him when I die.
That is good enough.
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Hey Lord, will you hear me out?
If we are reborn in the future, can you allow me to love him once more?
Even if I can't remember him,
Please.
Let me love him once more.
And may I hope,
That he will love me back?
Answer my prayers, dear Lord of high.
Amen.
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Author's Note : I WAS BORED. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this fic or not... Well, actually depends on the plot bunny... If I have more inspiration I will continue this fic, if not... This fic will be a one shot. I'm still not sure so I'll just put it in "in-progress" mood. I hope you enjoy this fic~~
