I beg to forget, just as much as I fight to remember. It's as complicated as it is simple. I hate it. There's nothing I can do. There never was. I knew it then too, at the beginning. I still tried though. Because I loved them.
They're dead. There were no bodies to be found. Except mine. The power, kami the power, destroyed the bodies and almost everything else. I didn't bother looking for something I knew wasn't there. The others knew too. They looked anyway. I want to die.
It was poetic in a way. In the end, at least.
He opened up his realm of darkness, giving him the chance to extend his hand to help him. Or kill him. It had gone on for to long, and he was tired of running. It was going to end one way or the other.
He delved into the darkness, let his own darkness seep through for him. He was either going to show him the happiness he could have or he was going to take away his misery.
We knew, them and I, how this was going to end. We fought it. We accepted it. We never admitted it to eachother. We never admitted to anyone. We still fought it. Just because we knew didn't make it any easier.
They were killed by the other's hand. They died together. They both got their wish. I hope they're happy. I'm not. It doesn't matter. It never did, not to them at least. They pushed me to leave. That I didn't belong there with them.
I never was as important to them as they were to each other.
They were always ahead me, leaving me behind to look at their backs. I realized though, as much as I hate it, that maybe that was where I was supposed to be. To pick up the pieces they dropped.
I really hate it. It hurt you know, still does, to pick up what they left. But I was the only one they left a trail for to follow. Which helped me realize that yeah, maybe my place was behind them.
But I belonged with them all the same. And they belonged with me.
That was when I cried.
That was when I remembered the fight. I realized something else.
I should have died. Their power should have destroyed me too. But it didn't. Because they protected me. From themselves and eachother. They made sure I would be okay. That I wouldn't die with them.
I fell apart.
I cried myself sick. I screamed till I lost my voice. I threw everything I had the strength to throw. I knelt and prayed until I couldn't feel my legs. Then I did it all again.
Then I did nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Then I lived.
Because they loved me.