Scars
Chapter # 1: Nightmares
I often question why I live. Why all people live. What is our purpose? Are we all just born to die? Do memories really matter if you will only forget your past anyway? I wonder many things like this. I don't believe anything matters. People always die. What is the point behind life if you'll only die anyway?
"Seimei…" I say to myself lying down on my bed. I stare at my ceiling. I haven't turned off my computer yet, I will eventually, but not yet. It's midnight. So it's now officially Saturday. I sigh and lie on my side, staring at my window. It's open. I don't mind that. It's nice outside. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate. An shadow image is in my head suddenly. The colours are slowly starting to fade in. Silver hair, deep blue eyes. A bandage around the neck. Beneath that bandage it reads "Beloved."
I open my violet eyes and they grow slightly. I sit up on the edge of my bed and stare at my balcony. I'm staring at the back of someone's head. They are standing where I can see only half of their head and body. Slowly they turn their head around to face me. They seem slightly shocked that I'm awake.
"Ritsuka?"
"S-Soubi…"
"Gomen ne…Ritsuka…Suki daiyo…" I'm sorry Ritsuka, I love you
My breath catches in my throat.
"Soubi…"
"Gomen ne Ritsuka…" He repeats and closes his eyes. Slowly he fades away. I reach my hand out in that direction, knowing it won't possibly help me in any way.
"SOUBI!"
And that's when I woke up.