A/N: So.. yeah. I decided to try this scene, because it broke my heart(kinda like seeing a lost kitten, but that analogy honestly stinks...). I felt really bad for Shizuma. Even though she's kinda what I guess you could call a playgirl, I could tell there was some sort of reason behind it. I found out that Kaori died- from, well, this website actually- before I watched episode 19. I guess, since she's my favorite character, I felt the need to try this. I also wanted to try out the "you" thing.. xD
Oh, and it's short on purpose. These things either have to be really long or really short, and there is no way I'm writing a 1k+ word story/drabble right now. Don't comment "Oh, it's so short!" or "Oh my god, you left out soooo many important details!" or something along those lines, because I'm going to come back and fix this, and maybe even continue it. So shush.
Anyways... enough of my ranting. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Strawberry Panic! Duh.
"Now there is no one in this room. what happened here, no one will know."
You slowly walk into the room- her room (it hurts too much to say her name)- your steps echoing. You're determined not to cry. She never did. Even facing death, she was so strong. Always the stronger one, emotionally.
You hear Miyuki- your best friend since you could remember, always there for you (like you were for her)- slowly shut the creaking door behind you, giving you privacy, which you are grateful for. It closes with a small bang, and you're alone in the dark, empty room.
As you stand there, memories flood back to you- from when you first met her, to the Etoile election. You remember her laugh, her smile, her kiss- everything that made you love her. You miss her so much.
And it hurts. Bad. (Like someone tore out your heart and ripped it to shreds, leaving a dark, empty hole behind. And now this was pouring salt on the wound.)
You feel warm tears in your eyes, and before you can stop it, a small sob escapes your lips. That one sob is followed by an endless amount (you can't remember- no, you don't want to remember how many). Before you know it, you've collapsed on the ground, crying, your hands balled into fists. Everything you've been holding back, ever since you knew she was dying- everything you held back for her- comes pouring out, like a bottle shaken one time too many.
You can feel the tears streaming downwards, silently landing on the carpet. Her carpet. (It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.)
You know Miyuki can hear you- and soon enough, you're vaguely aware of her sobs, too (always the crybaby.. but in reality, you envy her).
The tears wouldn't stop (You can't remember for how long, or how many, only that it hurt so much). You lean forward slightly, digging your nails into the carpet, until they feel like they were going to bleed.
Kaori. Kaori. Kaori! Why?
Nothing could bring her back. And you hated her for it.
.. I love you, Kaori.
Poor Shizuma.. :(