Sonoda Umi. The name was always on my lips.
That girl died for me. She had a story behind her. A smile. I rue the fact I only saw it as she died. I put her into the water.
The events didn't have a detrimental effect on me. I kept her memory alive. I lit a candle for her. A blue one.
She told me she loved me.
Love is a very terrible thing. It can make you and it can break you. What you do with it is up to you. It can be used as a weapon of destruction yet it can be so empowering. It can make a person happier than they have ever been and yet, the weakness they dare to show in the face of their lover is cruel. You tell them secrets. You tell them everything.
I didn't get to tell the girl I loved exactly how much I loved her. I didn't get to tell her about how I loved her hair. I never got to admire her eyes.
The terrible thing is, the girl I loved died in my arms.
Umi.