Everything is Nothing Without Yoite

by onionsaresmelly

A REALLY short fic I wrote about Miharu and his grief after Yoite's passing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Nabari in any way, and if I did wouldn't this be the REAL thing? And it's not.

Also I haven't written fanfiction in awhile so if I screwed this whole page up, I'm terribly sorry. I'm sorry that it's terribly short.

"Thank you, Miharu for not asking anything about me, yet staying by my side. For looking at me even when there was no reason to. For never letting go of my hand."

Yoite's words echoed through my mind. Each word cutting like a razor.

'Why didn't I help him? All he wanted, and I couldn't erase him.

I pull at my hair. My hands filled with menacing dark stands, it looks like Yoite's hair. I feel the tears coming, I don't want to cry, but everything seems to make me cry now.

I have a headache.

Aizawa told me not to drink the tap water anymore, because it may cause cancer.

That only makes me want to drink it.

I grab a bottle of pain pills.

'Everything is nothing without Yoite.'

'Everything is nothing without Yoite.'

'Everything is nothing without Yoite.'

I throw back my head and gently tip the whole bottle into my dry mouth.

I remind myself that this is what I want, to die.

I swallow, using tap water.