It all started with one message. Honestly, I can't remember the subject of the message, though there he was, being the typical prick-ass as usual. And yet, like clockwork, my heart fluttered as if in anticipation of his snide remarks. Though, this time there was a certain amount of sorrow in his voice, as he flipped the note through his hand and pocketed it, a sad smile still present. I watched silently as he left, reaching out just too late. And, just like that, he slipped through my fingers. How long had it been? Honestly I've lost count. Though, every time I see him, my deep desire to never stray his side intensifies.

Some days I can't help but follow him silently. Watch where he goes, where he lives, the people he hangs out with (or the lack thereof), where he trains. And yet, he never notices me. If I were to call out to him he wouldn't even acknowledge my presence. I could stand next to him and he would never notice me. It's because we seem to be in two different worlds. Where he still has so much, I have none. But, then, he couldn't even look towards me, smile, speak to me. Only speak through that one note.

Some days when I'd follow him home he'd turn around, though when I'd wave to him, he'd skim over me, pretending I didn't even exist. And those days I would cry myself to sleep, hoping that just once he'd look to me and me alone. That day would never come, however. One day, as though it was pulled out of someone's ass she was there following beside him. The look she gave him….the very same one I gave to him…I tried to think nothing of it, though she progressively got closer and closer before I could hardly stand to watch.

And then I left. Not willing to see their relationship blossom, I went somewhere. I don't know how long I was gone, though some pang in my heart kept me practically chained to him. Forever to haunt him and his new mistress…

I returned. Time had passed, I could tell. His hair was longer, face sharper, and eyes even less inviting than before (I wasn't aware that was possible). Though, she was missing, not that I honestly cared. His eyes traveled down to his pocket, where he pulled out a note. THE note. From all that time ago. I stood beside him as he unfolded it and read the messy handwriting. Almost instantly his expression softened and a lone tear fell from his eye. He took in a few breaths, trying to regain his composure, though it didn't seem possible.

I tapped on his shoulder, though it didn't seem to reach his mind. He curled down to the floor, clutching the note I had written. Though, what was on it? I couldn't remember. I spoke up, speaking his name, though he didn't look up. I spoke louder, though still he didn't hear. Soon I was practically screaming his name, though still he didn't notice. Why? Why wouldn't he look my way? I leaned down and embraced him, instantly feeling his sorrow. But, why? I whispered in his ear "I'm right here." The broken sobs stopped and he wiped his face.

He looked back to the note I had written. I peered over his shoulder and read it aloud. "I'm sorry." That was all, in smudged pencil. Sorry for what? He didn't have to worry anymore. I was right here. He stood up, ignoring me still. No. No, no, no. Not ignoring me. Memories flooded my mind as I remembered that night. The arguing. The darkness. The gun. Tears ran down my face as each vivid memory filled my mind. It wasn't he that was ignoring me all this time. It was I who was ignoring. Ignoring the past. The reason I was here right now. I was forever bound to him through different worlds. His, the living. Mine, the dead.


Hahahaha~ I feel the need to clarify for some reason. ^^; The "prick-ass" is Silver, the one speaking is Lyra/Kotone/Soul, and the whoreslut who he was with for a while is Green or Blue or whatever the heck her name is. xD; Oh, and I hope you enjoyed~ This is my first time writing a love story…and angst~ pfft~