5 Portraits of Despair
By: DarkBlue Mint
Disclaimer: Not mine, Sunrise's… if it where mine… dreams are so very cheap.
Notes: I leave for Wales tomorrow, would be back on March 25 (unless my grandparents kick me out sooner). This is a little "See you soon" gift.
There was a constant pain; it was centered deep in the knowledge that Natsuki was going to leave her. She had tried, more than once, to convince herself that it wasn't going to happen, than the time when the dark haired girl would say goodbye was never going to come. But empty words of encouragement didn't work when you were saying the to yourself, so Fujino Shizuru waited until the time came and her wolf was out of her life.
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She had chased after him for so long, that the time he told her he was getting married hadn't hurt her as much as completely destroy her. She had been about to confess, but he informed her about his love for Sarah (that nineteen year old student who stumble on their Dig a couple of months ago). Some part of Midori had knew that this day would come, while the rest of her wondered if chasing after him had been worth losing herself. She had congratulated him, and proceeded to go to her tent and get drunk. The next day she was on a plane to Japan
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Watching Mai is Mikoto favorite pastime. When she was younger she didn't pay much attention to anything that wasn't food or searching for her Ani-ue or fighting Orphans or playing with cats; but now only Mai claims her attention. So the golden eyes chase her whenever the redhead prepares breakfast in the kitchen of the small apartment they share or they instinctually search for her whenever she enters Linden Baum.
So it doesn't surprise her when she notices him, seating terribly close to her, before anyone else. That she is the first to catch them kiss, and hug, and smile, and sharing food (and thankfully she didn't see them do anything else. And while Mikoto is busy being the witness to that love, nobody notices that her eyes dim, day by day.
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The walls are white and lifeless and she's crying on the inside (only once has she shown her tears to someone else); sounds are missing from the room, she had gotten so used to the beeping of the machines that now that they're absent it feels as if her own heart stopped. A hand makes a light weight in her shoulder, but her eyes are as lifeless as the wall and the woman on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Yuuki-san, it happened in her sleep, she didn't suffer."
Her mother is gone and those words are a knife, and she wants to gut the kind nurse next to her.
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You wonder what kind of person open their arms to someone who abandons you time and again. You wonder what worth you have at taking that damn redhead into your arms every time she comes to you drunk, desperate and heart broken. You wonder if someday just by showing friendship and compassion she will notice you as more than the friend she made in College. You wonder if someday you will stop loving her… you dread that day from coming.
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"Confess." A word in her head that repeats once, twice, thrice, etc. "Confess." Is a constant murmur that swirls around her… and maybe someday she will. For now Haruka is too much of a hurricane and Yukino is a simple butterfly.
End.
More Notes: If someone catches what I'm referencing with the title… you are a genius.