"I love you…" Kotonoha sobbed. "…I really do love you," Tears were falling down her face.
It was too late.
"I'm sorry," Makoto apologized, not knowing what to say. "I…I just can't love you back."
He gently grabbed Kotonoha's hand and laid his ring in her hand. They both had matching rings; it was a gift from him for their 2-year anniversary as a couple.
"If I could make time go back I would," he was still holding onto her hand. "If I had met you first, I would probably be able to return your feelings. You're so caring and kind, practically perfect. But I'm sorry, I already have someone else I love."
Kotonoha didn't know what to say. She knew who it was… Sekai.
Maokoto turned his back and walked away, not being able to say anymore. Kotonoha stared at his fading figure, tear stains still wet on her face.
A few months later, a white envelope was in her mail box. It was a wedding invitation.
That day, the only sounds heard in Kotonoha's apartment were glass being broken and the thumps of objects being thrown around.
She watched as he exchanged vows with his bride.
She watched as they put their rings on each other's finger, signifying their union and marriage.
She watched as he kissed her softly, tenderly.
She watched as the bride blushed in embarrassment and happiness.
She watched as they rode away in the limo, hand in hand, face to face, eye to eye.
She could only watch.
Memories replayed in her head, the time they went and got ice cream cones together, when Makoto took her to a fancy restaurant and couldn't stop staring at her, the time when the wind blew her hair into her face and Makoto gently pushed the loose strands behind her ear, the first time they kissed.
Then those memories, of Makoto and Sekai's wedding…the way Makoto looked at Sekai as she walked down the aisle in her pure white dress as if she were the only woman in the world, the way they both had a slight red tinge when exchanging vows and kissing in front of the crowd.
Sekai had stolen Kotonoha's future with Makoto. There was nothing for Kotonoha to look forward to.
Kotonoha was nothing.
It was painful, so painful.
Over and over again, the knife plunged into her stomach. She didn't stop hurting herself, despite the pain.
The pain she was feeling wasn't physical; the pain she felt was the one in her heart.
Unable to handle it anymore, she finally plunged the bloody knife into her heart. Despite that, that pain in her heart was still there…
She could only regret knowing that she would die with that pain still in her heart.
Her vision was starting to darken; she was becoming more aware of the sounds around her. The clatter of the metal knife falling to the ground, her own shallow, soft breathing, the pitter patter of crimson drops falling to the wood floors,
Kotonoha laughed hysterically, the pain in her heart was finally numbing.
She closed her eyes in satisfaction.
Finally, Kotonoha was free.
A one-shot/vignette I made maybe two years ago that I found recently on my computer. I wanted to expand this story to be longer and more descriptive, but in the end, I felt that the short simpleness of it was more effective and had more impact than if I added more words and rambling to the story. Yes, Kotonoha is crazy in this, but I wanted to capture that side of her since like in the anime and game endings, she had this same crazy, bloody mindset as the "ending" of her obsession with Makoto. Hope you enjoyed reading this super short story, leave a review (whether a one-word comment, constructive criticism, or anything) since they make me happy :)