Kyou's Dream
By CallxMexSenseixSenpaixSama
I don't own Fruits Basket
Ramblings.
It's those eyes. Those eyes I see every morning. When she smiles, laughs, cries. When she's staring off blankly into space. If there's anything that haunts me the most, it's those eyes.
5 seconds. 5 seconds before everything turned to frost. 5 seconds, I had to save someone's life. It was those 5 seconds that lie in waste and a ghost haunts me to my end.
I spotted her crossing the street. A moment's hesitation left me empty. A hesitation before calling for her. Then, I saw that car coming. Another hesitation.
Why is life full of hesitations?
Why is the devil mocking me so?
Bringing me guilt, I can never forgive myself. Bringing me sadness, I can never smile again. Bringing me despair, I can never see hope. Running, running. Run away from that finger. Run away from those eyes. Run away from those words.
Her eyes that haven't lost all life yet. They haven't lost their light. The red sweeps in and blemishes hope. The purity of death can never be cleaned again. Stained forever.
It's my fault.
It's my fault. It's my fault she lives without a mother. It's my fault she ended up here. But she can still smile. She can still hope. Life hasn't reached its end for her.
Where am I? I'm falling. I can only look down. Look down into the depths of darkness. Where there is no bottom. Going only deeper and deeper. Then I cling onto the wall and begin running again. Farther and farther away.
Somebody.. please help me. Stop me. Trip me. So that I can hold onto someone and cry one more time.