Author's note: I was thinking about death, and this came. Enjoy!
Gone. He was gone. My best friend. My secret love. Gone.
For endless days I mourned. Mourned for the friendship we shared. Mourned for the life he finished so soon. Mourned, because I didn't have the courage to tell him how I felt in time. Mourned, because I should have died. I should have screamed at him to move. I should have pushed him, taking my own life, instead of mourning for his.
Once, my life was complete. I had friends, family, something to spend my determination on. And someone to love. The way he spoke, the way he walked. The way he played doubles with me. The way he treated me. He was so beautiful, inside and out.
Soon, my grief started to fuel my anger. Soon I was filled with anger. It was as though anger was another organ in my body. Something I needed to live.
I had vowed revenge on his death. I searched, for days and days. I searched for clues. Until I found who had murdered him. The police had told us who murdered him. Now I had something I could be sure of. In normal circumstances, I would have let the person who killed my love go without a word. After all, we were friends. But since the murder my heart had hardened. I didn't care if the person was my mother or a hobo on the streets.
My search for the murderer is now a blur to me. I do not know how I had found him. But I did.
Eventually, I cornered him in an apartment. He pleaded for his life. But I was beyond reason. I barely heard the click of my gun, the image of my love bright in my mind. Now, my love could rest in peace. But… But I could not live without my love. I turned the gun to my chest, still thinking of my love. I can die in peace, knowing that the murderer was gone.
And that's what I did.
Author's note: I actually can't decide if the murdered person is Oishi or Oshitari. I also can't decide if the person who killed the murderer is Eiji or Gakuto. You decide! And I think I abused the word 'murder'… Who cares?! This fic sucked!