|| Death||Life is feeble- so easily lost, so easily created.
To live is to die, Memento Mori, right?
Yukari's hands gripped at the bloody cloth that once was a crisp white shirt belonging to Minato. Blood dripped from his hand to her head, running down it slowly, down the side of her face. She could feel the coldness sink into his body, the stillness of his chest like a living nightmare for her. She didn't want to believe it, she couldn't, but all the evidence was right in front of her in the form of the man she loved. "
It took a while, but the tears finally began to fall- slowly at first, but eventually increased. Her breathing quickened as her chest heaved in, his body now void of all heat.
I love you, Yukari.Those words still rang in her head as the hand that gripped his cold one refused to let go, to let go of the feeling of his skin on hers. Their last time of being together.
Her thoughts shifted to when they first met, the first time he saved her, and their fist kiss. Their first date, movie, their first time becoming one. She couldn't control herself as her sobs began to come out in waves.
Why…
Why?
Why Minato? I can't do this alone- I need you, I love you…
Because you protected the ephemeral and flickering world with your hands.
Now you may simply fold your wings and rest in peace,
Wrapped in eternal tranquility, love through all eternity
You may rest in my hands as I watch over you tenderly.
I remember about you, how you laughed, how you cried, how you got angry, and I will never, ever forget about you, until my life is exhausted
Yukari lifted her head up, her vision still blurry. She ran her bloodied hand over the side of his face, brushing over the lips she loved so much before replacing her fingertips with her lips, but only for a second.
"G'night… I'll see you in a bit alright?"