Why, Aoi? Why are these bruises on me? Why am I afraid to go near you? Why do you yell at me; and why do you say you HATE me? I'm fed up with it, at least I think I am. When I leave you always find a way to bring me back. With your "loving" words and gifts. Even if that doesn't work, you use force. Pulling my hair, telling me to come with you or you'll kill me.
I hate what you do you do to me. You hit me with objects; I don't mind that but, when its your own hand I can't believe you would do that. I lie for you, you should love me for that. I cook for you, you should love me for that. I let do what you want to my body; even in pain, which its always is; you should love me for that. I know I do.
Life is too short for you to hurt the one you THINK you love, maybe that's why drove a knife into my stomach laughing in joy as I scream in pain. I don't understand why you would do that in backyard around all the cherry blossom flowers I love so much. As I take my last glance at the gorgeous pink and that smirk on your face. I say my last words. "Thank you." You ended all the pain as the last tears stream down my face, I don't even have the strength to close my eyes; because the stare I give you is a confused one. Why? Why did you go through all of this just to say. " I never loved you, Uruha."