You Left Me
Kazemaru- senpai why did you leave the Track Team? Why did you join that Soccer Club in exchange with our club? Is our team not that good for you? When you left the team, you left us, you left me…
I would sometimes see you with the Soccer Club, and always with Endou. Do you not want to be with me anymore? That soccer-head only know soccer and nothing else. He doesn't know your life, your past, and your likes and dislikes like I do.
Seeing you happy with him breaks my heart to bits. It hurts a lot, even more when you left the Track Team. When will you know that I Have Always Loved You? Maybe when I die…
We would sometimes talk to each other during our free time at school. So little time… And that time became shorter and shorter when the Football Frontier approached your team. I would just watch you practice with Endou and the others and sometimes watch some of your matches.
Once you ran with the Track Team, with me. Now you're running with your new teammates. I once thought that it's me the one you will run with, not with anyone else, not Endou.
I watched one of your matches in the Football Frontier Nationals, Raimon vs. Sengoku Igajima. You were running with the ball or trying to steal the ball from the other team. Tell me what did Endou do to help you? He just stood there, shouting. I would really want to run to you and drag you out of the field get you out of that uniform you're wearing and force you to wear the orange sleeveless you once wore when you were with the Track Team. But I can't and I shouldn't because I know you'll be angry at me, worse, hate me.
I only said that you should continue soccer because I thought that you would much enjoy soccer than track team. That it looked like you were enjoying it more because you're free to run around than just in one straight line. That thought it feels so wrong for me to think that it's right. I'm giving you up to Endou and his team. That's the last time we talked to each other, the last time I saw you smile. After our last meeting, I could just cry myself to sleep every night, wake up every morning with eyebags and the thought that You Are Now Gone, that You Already Left Me.
