This is my first Persona 3 fanfiction, and the first story I've uploaded on the site. If you're not too busy, leave some feedback. I'd like to hear about people's opinions – good or bad – for future experience.
The title doesn't really have much to do with the story. It's based off of an Elvenking album – Two Tragedy Poets. I liked how it sounded, so I kept the title, but it really just proves that I'm bad at naming what I write. Apologies to anyone who felt that they were mislead.
This fanfiction takes place with Persona 3 FES in mind.
I do not own Persona 3, Persona 3 FES, or any other Shin Megami Tensei/ATLUS related products. Really, I'm at a loss.
Yukari pulled the crumpled piece of paper, that had somehow managed to inconspicuously conceal itself among her more persona possessions, out of the suitcase. It had somehow managed to last this long, and had slipped past her attention whilst she packed. This piece of paper wasn't supposed to be here, and, although she'd meant to get rid of it a long time ago, it was still here. The edges were torn and uneven, but her memory wasn't. She knew very well what this was, from a time that seemed so long ago now.
My life feels a lot like the tattered edges of this paper. A stupid thing to say, but it's true. A week without him feels more like an eternity. When you lose your love, it's like losing a piece or yourself. Tattered. The edges of the world become frayed and ragged.
It's not just me who misses him. He was special to everybody, and it's still taboo to speak his name around here. It's a proven fact that I can't handle it, and probably won't be able to for months. But everyone else has their own way to deal with it. Like, Mitsuru's-senpai's spending all her time studying – even more so than usual – and Stupei's been absorbed in his dumb games, like he can just pretend it never happened or something. But I have nothing but this stupid piece of paper to turn to. I've heard that writing helps, but I'm not so sure I believe that. There are some emotions that you just can't catch or release on paper.
And I feel so stupid too. There must have been something that we could've done – something that we should've known! – that would have prevented this. If we'd chosen to just ignore Nyx instead, then he'd still be here, but is that really the right thing to say?The defeat of Nyx was important for the continuation of humanity, but we'd have never known the difference if we'd just taken Ryoji's way out.
He of all people didn't deserve to die. I'd come to rely on his strength so much, in more ways than anyone would realize. He was the best of us all, the kind of person that maybe everyone sort-of wanted to be like. He was different from normal people, but in the best way possible. Unlike me, and I hate myself for being stupid and scared and reluctant. Because, despite all that I've learned since discovering my persona, deep down, I know I still suffer from the same human weakness that I always have. And I never really told him how I felt. That will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I don't want to move on, it sounds way too much like forgetting him. I don't want to live without him, but it's a known fact that I'm too afraid to die.
The free-style 'letter', addressed to no one in particular, had been cut off there, and it was the first of many. In the recent times after his death, life had seemed to hard to bear. Fortunately, death had been an even bigger burden, and she'd mainly stuck to writing drabbles like this instead. She was alive, and, while she refused to let go of her memories with him, she felt she could at least breath unrestricted.
These past emotions of grief and despair had made her stronger after all, and she hadn't needed to rely on him or her persona to find this new strength.