This is just a short one shot I made in my free time. I hope you like it, and if you don't write me a review and I'll fix it to the best of my abilities. Thank You.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kagerou Days or the characters, all ownership goes to Jin.
I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling. I lay down on my bed, wondering again what I should do. When I don't waste my time making music and watching anime, I think of you. I want you to leave my mind. Why do I still think of you? You died, a long time ago. Yet, I feel like you're right next to me. Haunting me. My chest fills with an overbearing pain that I just can't take. Why won't God free me from this torture? I don't want to live with this pain. I feel as if I've been stabbed in the throat with scissors, or as if I've been shot in the head with a lead bullet. Your presence still lingers in my subconscious state. Sometimes I turn around abruptly, because I could've sworn I heard you laughing behind me. My red jacket hangs in my closet. In the unfortunate event I have to go outside, I take it with me. I feel naked without it. I still remember the days we spent in red. You know I wore it for you, right? I found it very annoying when you told me you liked it, so in an ironic way of mocking you I wore it every day after that. I hated you. I hated your smile. I hated your long flowing hair. But I don't know why. Why did you leave? You made a beast with a heart as cold as stone feel again. You were always so positive, so kind, it pissed me off. Was it all just a mask? Was your kindness actually a hidden disgust? Was your optimism a way to hide your depression? Was everything we had together a lie? Was I so easily tricked by a maiden of great beauty?
"No."
What?
"No."
Wait, that's right…
"No, I'm not pretending," she said.
"Prove it!"
"Shintaro, if I was really pretending to like you I would've left by now. Not to be mean or anything, but you can be really cruel sometimes! You always mock me with my bad grades and you're constantly calling me an idiot!"
"Well it's true. I didn't know such low grades existed before I met you."
"Oh, shut up!"
"If you hate me so much, why don't you just leave then?"
"I DON'T hate you though. And I'll never leave you." She then grabs my hand and smiles her usual, annoying smile. I brush away her hand and walk away without looking back.
"Whatever," I said
Memories. I have so many memories of you. They all fight against my doubtful accusations. You couldn't have been pretending. It was impossible. You were too stupid to do that. What I feel is real. I want to see you. I have something important to tell you, so, please wait for me Ayano. When we meet again, I'll tell you those three words.