One more Time
By Nagone
Pairing: Megurine Luka/Ex-Boyfriend (Yui)
Summary: Press the reset button and let us begin again.
Rated: T for character death
Author's Note: I decided that I wanted to type up this quick fic while it was in my mind. Inspired by Megurine Luka's "Just be Friends" and "Fragile System: Boys and Girls", I decided to do a slightly sadder take on the story of JBF. I also named her ex-boyfriend from JBF Ito Yui, with the meaning being "red connection". I decided to hint at the Japanese myth of the red string connection that was used in JBF. I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised with the result.
One more time.
That's all we'd need. Just another chance to make thing work, to hold you hand, to breath in the fresh scent of you. One more time. We can tie our string together. There's still time.
You extend your hand, but it touches nothing. It touches nothing because we are nothing, and you know it. One more time is all we need. Just a press of a reset button, and we could try again.
Remember when we first fell in love? It was your third year of secondary. You wore your seifuku like no other girl, and you were proud. Your hair was longer then, and you always kept it in two braids that travel down to just short of the small of your back. Unwound, they made your hair curly, as though whipped by the wind. I wish you grew them longer. But you were always beautiful. We danced about our crush with the grace of two teenagers, stumbling and trying to resist our curiosity. We danced until summer break, and then you asked me out. You cut your hair then. I should have know that that change would come back full circle then, but I was ignorant, and I was in love.
We were in love.
You are crying now, but it does not affect me. It does not affect me because we aren't together, and you feel it. One more time is all we have. I have no clue if we'll see each other after this. Please don't cry: that doesn't make this easier. I just wish that this moment would die. I cannot take this anymore. I do not wish to break this, but it is for the best. Just know that I will love you. I will be here, I swear it and I-
I will pull the plug and let these fleeting memories end. Why my mind has chased back to a few weeks prior when your body fell limp from a balcony, I am not sure. I force the bile back, bite my tongue and watch as they pull the plug. It is hard to watch as your chest goes flat and your eyes jitter behind closed, pale lids. But the consolation your soft smile brings as Death steals you away is a gift enough. Just please remember my touch, and remember me when we are reborn in another tomorrow.
Please give our love in another life one more time.