Illusions
It's so peaceful here.
Too peaceful.
But I've forgotten to care about that matter. In fact, I've forgotten how I got here, how to get out. Everything.
Why am I here?
Why…why can't I leave?
When he came…Kiba…I thought for a fleeting minute that he could stay here with me…forever.
I was wrong.
Kiba had someone to call him back…someone who cared about him enough to bring him back to where he belonged.
I can't even remember if I had someone back…home that cared about me like that.
Eventually I accepted the fact that this wasn't real. It was like a dream. It still is a dream.
I'm still here.
Kiba made me happy. I hadn't felt that way in so long. Ever since shards of my memory were lost, I couldn't remember my past. I don't even know if I have one.
I know everything that I could ask for is here.
And yet…
I can't say I'm happy.
Kiba made me happy, but he had to go.
I knew that. He knew that.
I couldn't go with him.
I had never thought about my memories in full until after Kiba left.
And now they're gone.
So now I'm here, drifting in this dream…this illusion.
I…I wonder if I'll ever wake up, if this fake reality will loose its grip on me, and I'll be able to go home.
I won't know for sure.
So for now, I'll lose myself in the illusion.