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If at any point my Japanese is spelt wrong or mistranslated I welcome corrections.
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DDA
He's not here.
I slide out of bed, blood silk caressing my naked flesh. Rising, I slowly move toward our—no, His. Nothing has been 'ours' for some time now—balcony stopping in front of the windowed doors. My nakedness does not bother me, but nothing has recently. I push fingertips against the clear cage, ever so gently until my arm is fully outstretched and the door is open. Jack Frost whispers to me, gathering me into an embrace—He no longer holds me except for appearances and when He believes I am asleep—that prickles my skin and derives me of what little warmth I have left. I step out on the balcony, frozen stone beneath my feet, moving until I reach the railing. Snow crunches, cracks beneath my hands, I lean forward with my head down. Straw spun to gold slithers over my shoulders and curtains my sides. Dancing flecks of frozen water spin—dancing, spinning through the hoops He's given me—ever so slowly to the earth one story down.
"He's left again, hasn't he?"
The question—there is no question just fact—travels from in front of me. I don't bother to answer, but my hitching breath and tightened grip are all the answer needed. I keep my head bowed, refusing to meet the knowing gaze of my one confidant. Salt stings my eyes, forcing me to close them lest it spills over. A sigh of a hand upon my head makes my shoulders hunch, curling away from the truth.
"You know he won't be back soon."
He won't. He will stay out where ever He goes—away from me, away from disappointment—until dawn creeps along the horizon. Then He will walk in, undress, shower whatever perfume clings to Him away, crawl into bed, and hold me close. I won't confront Him—does He know I know?—but pull out an often used mask, slide it over myself. We will continue the day as though He stayed through the darkness, then when we lay in bed once more—Him clutching a once-shiny toy that has dulled with disinterest—He will believe I rest peacefully. Then He will be gone again. No whisper—of what? Hate, disgust?—no note, nothing.
"Are you going to accept my offer?"
The offer to take me away. Spirit me to some place that He will never find me—He would never look anyway—where I can breathe and place my mask in its drawer. There are no other options. No friends to turn to—He has ensnared them all—no family to call—He trapped them in his web—no one but the being in front of me. I have pushed these facts to the closet of my mind, now they spill out landing with sharp cracks, stabbing the floor. My knees waver, collapsing beneath the pain of loneliness. I still cling to the railing with weak fingers, my last hesitation. My last hope. But it too can no longer support me, falling to the carpet of snow that I sit in.
"Come, you will be better."
The hiss of triumph beneath the concern, feeling the smirk. This being cares no more for my well being than a snake a mouse. But the mouse is lost, seeking the feeling of another life. Even the treacherous embrace of the snake will do. Phantom pressure lifts my head, sun bright blackened silk falling back.
"Look at me, little mouse."
I silently tell Him my love once more. How I still love Him after all the pain He has caused is a question I will never be able to answer. Lashes unveil summer time blue. The clear, bright sky meets the smudged, dark fires of Hell. That is the last that I see. A single tear falls from my eye, a conquering sharp toothed smile from the being's face.
Anata wo aishite imasu Minamino Sūichi.
I love you, Sūichi Minamino.