" Don't hate her Ritsuka "
Seimei......
" She hurts us "
" She doesn't mean too "
Why, Seimei?
" Ritsuka, you must not go near her when she is like that "
" Where should I go? "
" Run to me "
Seimei..... Now I have no where to run..
I looked around the dark room. My room. Your old room. the door was still vibrating. Loud rapping sounds coming form the other side........
" Ritsuka! Where is my Ritsuka?!"
No, Seimei. I am not the one she wants... The one she wants died two years ago, with you... The one she wants will never exist again...
Warm crimson liquid slipped down my cheek, to form a droplet at my chin.. I wiped it away. No use, it was relentless, endless. The trickle grew into a
stream.
It hurts ,Seimei...
The vibrations and the rapping sound finally stopped. Tired footsteps were heard, walking away.
A crimson droplet dislodged itself from the others and fell onto a wooden floor. I needed bandages. A second drop joined the first.
I walked across the room, carefully avoiding the now, small puddle. Reaching my desk, I fidgeted with the handle to the drawer.
I pulled Seimei, I shouldn't have pulled..... For there you were, staring back up at me.... The stinging from the cuts suddenly, painless. For now there
was a far greater pain, That seemed to be edged in your tear soiled face.
Yes, Seimei... I have cried over you..
I was rendered helpless. My eyes clouded and puffed. A new, clear droplet, raced down my face to join the crimson ones. I quickly rummaged
through to pull out a small white box. Once it was safely tucked under my arm, I slammed the drawer shut. Numb, I stumbled across the room, not
bothering to avoid the puddle, and threw myself onto the bed. My limbs went limp........... I allowed the blood to flow upon the sheets
The nameless emotion tore through my veins until it reached my heart..... and stabbed. I unintentionally buckled over in pain.
Seimei...Why?
I gasped for air, breathless.
I forcefully lifted my hand up to my cheek, trying to do something other than remember. I felt the gash, skinless.....The gash....
" The gashes left behind by the sweet petals of a misunderstood rose "
" What does that mean? "
" When the time comes... you will know "
I still don't understand Seimei..
In a dream like state, I opened the box. I messily slapped a white plaster unto the gash, without wiping away the blood. I buried my head in the
pillow and closed my eyes. But there you were, Seimei, and there you have always been, engraved into the very material that makes up my mind.
And I knew that, no matter how much I forgot, you would always be remembered. I tried, desperately I tried to think of something else. I would start
a new school in the morning. I vaguely wondered if I would make any new friends... Imposable.. I was trustless. The small digital clock on my side
desk gave three short beebs. It was already the morning. Why was I still up? Why did It have to be like this?
Why, Seimei?
Why did you leave me like this?
Sleepless....
Where did you go Seimei?
Bondless....
Why did you leave me all alone?
Friendless...
Who was I before you left?
Memoryless
I miss you....
Loveless
A Familiar voice broke my train of thought....
" Ritsuka "
Seimei?
" You are my Beloved "
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I DO NOT OWN LOVELESS