Aufwiedersehen
Pain. Sorrow. Regret. As the members of the Special Assault Team raised their weapons, I could only stare at them, tears refusing to escape despite the emptiness that consumed my soul. Don't you see, Kouta? All these men want to kill me. All these men know how dangerous I really am. Can't you see that? Why can't you see that all I am is a ruthless killer who should only know pain, sorrow, and regret? Why can't you hate me for what I've done to you, when I even hate myself for it? Why do you love such a hurtful and worthless being?
I closed my eyes as the command was made to fire, forcing my vectors to release for one last time. I knew the situation was hopeless. There were too many of them; too many bullets flying at me--so many I knew that it was impossible for me to stop them all. Each bullet that pierced my body reminded me of how badly I deserved such pain--that this was the same pain I put Kouta through, but his was so much worse. And I smiled through it. The pain would disappear once I closed my eyes for good; the pain would disappear in Kouta's heart once I could never move again.
Vaguely the sensation of falling clouded my senses. Even the ground was refusing to welcome me into its arms; I bounced several times before it would allow me to lay on top of it. The guns stopped. My eyes closed, and everything went black.
I love you, Kouta. Goodbye.
