He caressed my cheek softly, eyes shimmering in the moonlight. I wanted to whisper something at that moment, but my mouth went dry. It was as if my voice had disappeared along with him, because moments later he left with the wind.
That was i five /i years ago. And as I said, I have never spoke since.
The doctors said my voice box just stopped working, they had no idea what happened.
But I know better. Because I know, that my voice was stolen that night,
Along with my i heart. /i
"Rose-chan?" A voice squeaked from beyond the door of my room. My older sister, most likely. The door was pushed open, a small creek heard in the process. I looked at her questionably, as if to ask, "Yes?"
"A young man is at the door for you, he's quite handsome." She squeaked a giggle.
I nodded, arising from my bed and walking out the door.
i A handsome man/i I questioned myself notably. No handsome man has ever been interested in me. The sky blue summer dress I wore swayed lightly as I walked, my hand reaching out to the painted gold door knob. I twisted it eagerly, anticipating who this mystery person may be.
I pushed the wooden door open, and looked up. There, stood a man, my age,
maybe slightly older. Shaggy brown hair, and deep green eyes.
And suddenly, tears slipped down my cheeks. My body moved on it's own, limping forward.
"Ko. . .hei?" My voice was soft and hoarse, barely a murmur. "Ko. . .hei?"
My eyes widened, as the tears continued to fall.
"K-Kohei!" I leapt in his arms, the salty substance called tears, staining his shirt.
"Hitomi-chan. . ." He barely whispered, hugging me.
I looked up at his handsome face, finally recognizing it. He stroked my cheek softly, a tear falling from his eyes.
And we kissed, many feelings poured out at that moment.
Guilt, horror, happiness, anger, love, misery.
But none of those things mattered,
because we had each other.
Because I now felt complete.