Kurere stared at the empty hospital bed. It was early-the birds haven't began their usually cheerful song-however, Kurere wasn't tired. It faded away long ago, when reality finally hit him. She's dead. He tried to deny it, saying it was all just a sick, cruel dream.
It all just happened too fast.
He still remembered what happened on that beautiful, bright and sunny day. It all took place earlier that week...
It was nice outside, the breeze blowing lightly, causing the long grass in the large meadow to ripple, like water when a pebble is dropped in to it. They just had set up a picnic as a treat, and she was busy with a large, colorful kite.
"Kurere! Look!" She happily exclaimed, after half an hour of attempting to get the kite to soar. Her eyes sparked brightly with life, her dress fluttering in the breeze. Kurere looked up.
"I'm very proud of you..." He replied with a slight smile, watching as she continued.
Then, the kite lost control and she lost her grip on it, the colorful toy riding the breeze. She ran after it, calling back over her shoulder.
"I'll be back in, Kure..!"
She didn't pay attention to her surroundings, relentlessly watching the kite as she ran. She didn't pay attention to where she was going. And she failed to see what she was headed for.
Kurere's eyes widen in horror, using all the breath in his lungs. "Get back here...!"
She stopped.
She looked.
She screamed.
He ran to her, tears spilling down his cheeks.
Kurere sat in the hospital room, his head in his hands. Tears continued to stream down his cheeks, dropping onto his lap. If only he told her not to go. If only he went to retrieve the kite, not her. If only it wasn't her that died...
A young nurse with medium length blonde hair walked in. Her blue eyes show pity for the Sargent.
"I-I'm sorry for your loss, sir...But you have to leave soon."
She didn't get it. Kurere's hateful glare stabbed through her and she rushed out, not bothering to shut the door. She just didn't. Standing up mechanically, he grabbed his jacket, the usual professionalism and sense of authority gone. Depleted. He wiped a tear away.
As Kurere made his way to the door, he took one last glance to the empty hospital bed. She's never coming back.
He turns back towards the door, lifting his head up with a stern, impenetrable look on his face, creating a facade. Striding down the hallway of the busy hospital, a tear escaped from behind his glasses, falling to the ground. Since she died, he could at least move on. It's what she would've wanted.
He exits the building, looking up into the clear, blue sky, thinking to himself.
'Wherever you are, I'll never forget you...I love you, Maruru...'