PLEASE BE AWARE: This was written when I was sad myself. I did not make the rating Mature because it was not serious but PLEASE use discretion when reading this particular fan fiction.
Riku and Hana [Hana is my best friend's character were at one point dating but they broke up... and Riku was completely crushed. Does he actually die, or does he just hurt himself? I myself cannot tell. I love this written work and if I should gain a fair amount of attention for it then I will consider writing a part two. If there is any errors in the document please PM me [do not leave a review spilling my mistakes; I would rather you PM me about it and let me know how I can revise it to make it better.
This is written in Riku's POV [Point of View. Just though I would say that now in case there is any confusion.
She. Her. That girl.
Unraveling the vines of my heart, peeling them away and thrusting her soul into my own.
Rather than taking down the wall I surrounded myself with, she found a way to jump over, and she made me her own.
Completely seduced from the minute I saw her. Captivated by her beauty and lack of love.
Unable to take my eyes off her, unable to breathe in her presence.
Why should my heart beat at all, anymore? It has no purpose. It stores love, but it can not longer give it.
I made the mistake of thinking she was the only one for me. That she was my sunshine during the storms.
Crying tears does me no good, but at least the pain washes my face when I do.
Saltiness…
No longer is my purpose important. I am here to live, yet have no reason to live.
I thrust my sword into the ground. It cannot be pulled out to spill the blood of anyone. It should not have to. I have nothing to guard any longer.
My throat feels like it has been squeezed shut. Once again, I cannot breathe, but at the same time, that air is what I need most.
I watch as I dig the sharp object into my arm, my wrist, my hand…
Blood. The crimson hope. When I am gone, the world will be right again.
Sliding down my arm, crimson blood paints a new me, a me that will arise into the air and vanish, like the wind.
She does not know. She will never. How could she know. She cares not of my name any longer.
The clouds are white, the sky ocean blue, the sun shining blissfully as I lay in the grass, inhaling and exhaling my last breaths of this life that has robbed me of everything.
I only threw my sword down and gave up when I realized I had nothing to fight for. Allowing the Darkness to swallow me might have been a bad idea, but it was worse than hiding from both Light and Darkness.
I hear nothing. No one looking for me. No one calling my name, searching for me, begging me to return and stay…
She won.
Her biggest mistake was leading me on.
To pretend she loved me, when in truth, her love was not deep.
Laughter. The last noise I am able to produce. I laugh because it is ironic, that I had thought life was wonderful, and I laugh sadly, because my love had been dried up.
Her flowing hair, which grew past her shoulders.
Her eyes, which captivated me the most. Those beautiful eyes.
Those soft lips…
Those gentle but strong hands…
She is beautiful.
That I am sure.
I close my eyes, tears streaming out of my eyes. It is hard to die on such a wonderful day as this.
I open them again. She is there.
She is standing above, looking down at me, her face easily readable.
She is unable to understand.
I sigh, quietly, as I feel myself falling into unconsciousness, falling into the unknown…
I could have sworn.
She said.
"Don't go."
This is the conclusion Riku's "Goodbye"... for now. Please tell me what you though about it!