I once loved a boy. The feelings I had for him were true and honest, but however they were not returned.
I was fine with this, and although it hurt, I was content with watching him from afar.
I watched as he fell in love with another girl, and continued watching as they got married; all the while I smiled and acted as a friend would.
One day we were out walking in the park, he turned to me, his eyes sparkling and told me of his wife's pregnancy.
My smile cracked and my heart burned, but I still congratulated him and offered him my best
We continued talking happily for a while, but then across the road, his wife called for him, Laughing he ran to her, across the road, into the path of an oncoming carriage.
My body reacted on its own. Years of running and hiking coming into use, I pushed him out of the way and offered him one last teary smile, I could've told him those three words my heart had held for years... but the selfishness of it struck me and I simply whispered an honest
"Thank you"
And then the horse hit my body and I was catapulted into the darkness.
I awoke on the pavement and for one amazing moment I thought, maybe I had survived...
But next to me, lay my body. Unmoving, pale and dead.
I screamed and tried to run away from it, but I felt heavy and my limbs were unresponsive.
Giving up, I just lay there in the mud as the man I loved panicked and cried, but still comforting his distressed beautiful wife.
I was still there when a cart arrived and lifted my carcass into the back, reading out the time of death flippantly.
Eventually it was just me, all alone.
It was night time now and a full moon was up and jeering at me, crickets chirped and laughed and the world went on.
Staggering to my feet I looked up at the sky and gave a teary grimace.
"What am I supposed to do now?" I screamed at the empty street
"Come with me" a calm emotionless voice called to me, and I followed it, locking eyes with a tall, dark haired man.
He didn't smile, or frown as I let out a crazed laugh
"Sure, why not" I grinned manically "where are you taking me? Where could a forgotten dead woman possibly go?"
He didn't react, simply unsheathed a katana, flipping it over and touching my head to the base of the hilt.
As I felt myself disappearing I clutched onto my memories of that man tightly, still unwilling to let go of the man I loved.