A Day for Ghosts
by SMYGO4EVA
Ever since they had become soldiers, Makoto had always kept a careful watch on Ami. They both fought remnants of forces beyond comprehension. Ami was smart and her intelligence had proved itself worthy in many crises, and she was a capable fighter. Still, Makoto couldn't help but stand by the blue-haired soldier, placing a hand on her shoulder from becoming crumbling remains.
It was freeing that Ami didn't need her protecting at times, as Makoto knew that she couldn't protect her forever. Along with their fellow soldiers, they had cheated death on countless occasions, but it was only a matter of time before a war would be long over for them.
Makoto was willing herself not to picture Ami as a part of moss-covered ruins from vestiges of war. She knew that Ami would keep walking forward, as well as she herself would. There was one thing she knew for sure: she would never see a day for ghosts, especially their own.
