14AmyChan: I don't own Black Cat~! *^_^*
Train: No, she doesn't.
14AmyChan: TIME FOR A ONE-SHOT! *^_^*
Train held the small bouquet in his left hand. Why his left? It didn't matter. Today was the first time in three years that he came back here. To this spot. He can still remember the day. All of that blood… Why did she have to…
Train walked down the street to the familiar and painful place. She wasn't in the cemetery, no one but him would came to the grave… So this was the only why he could say goodbye.
Train walked into a building and up the stairs. He looked down the hall. There was her apartment. The one she lived in three years ago. Three years… and he could still remember every detail… Three years… and he could still see her smile, hear her voice… Three years since it happened…
Train looked to his right and saw his own apartment. His from three years ago. By now, someone else probably lived in both apartments. These rooms meant a lot to him, but they had been passed onto the next people. Her name next to the door had been changed to some foreign name. It looked like the name of a bird, but it didn't really matter. Even if Train waited for an eternity, she would never come back…
Train turned right around and walked out of the building. He walked down a packed street… All of these people, and she would never walk with them again… Train looked around and then at the sky, remembering. That night, there were fireworks… They were beautiful, too, and yet…
Train got moving again. He didn't want to block anyone's way for now… He had to get going somewhere himself… Here it is… Hardly a fitting place for such a crime…
This tiny alleyway was packed to the brim with painful memories. Of her, of that guy, and of his own weakness… Train clamped the flowers in his hand. If he had been faster, or stronger, she wouldn't have-
Train walked forward to the exact spot. It had been etched into his memory. As he approached it, he could see her in her last moments. Too much red, it ruined her white. She was so pure, she didn't deserve it. She had a hard life, but never hesitated to do what was right… It was something that she had passed to Train. Before she died…
Train set the flowers down right where her head had been. Of course, it didn't touch the ground until after she died… Train stood up. After all this time, he was ready.
"I'll never forget you," he said, hoping that maybe she was hearing him. "I know you may have wanted me to, but that's not gonna happen. I miss you a lot, and because of you, I've got amazing new friends and a cool job." Train knew that he was probably talking to thin air, but this was it. "It all happened because of you, and I'm not ever gonna forget that. You should know, I'm not going after revenge anymore. He's living and trying to live as a normal human" Train remembered his decision, but did not regret it.
"When it's my time, I'll see you again, but until then…" Train was really feeling foolish now, but he had to say this. "…wait for me. I'll come back for you. Because I love you."
Train was done. He knew he was in love, now, but it was too late. As he turned around to leave, he heard a whisper on the wind.
"Then I'll wait for you."
14AmyChan: I hope you liked it~! *^_^*
Train: …
14AmyChan: real men can cry…
Train: I'm not gonna cry!
14AmyChan: all right… PLEASE R&R~! *^_^*
Train: ;.;