New Year
Summary: Kira hates new years.
Kira hated new years.
Unlike others, he didn't look forward to it, saw nothing to look forward to. There was only dread that the new year brought.
Because the start of a new year meant yet another year of desperately holding the Third Division together by the seams, pretending not to hear the thinly-veiled insults thrown towards him, and acting that everything was alright. The new year marked yet another year since Gin's death. Yet another year of acknowledging his inability and lack of confidence in himself. On the outside, he seemed like his usual depressing self, he pretended to be fine around his friends, but he was not.
On New Year's Day all the feelings that he had thrown away in a box would come surging back. On New Year's Day all the illusions that he had deluded himself with would be ripped away, and cruel reality would torment him. He would be filled with unspeakable feelings, melancholy would eat at his soul, yet he could pour out his heart to no one. Everyone would just dismiss it as another emotional bout and pay no heed, or say harsh words that he did not want to hear. That is, if there were people who even cared. No one had cared ever since Gin left. Only Gin truly cared about him and would always be there for him.
Yet he was gone now.
There was no one, no one for Kira to empty his heart to anymore.
No one.
Absolutely no one.
Just a short drabble. Sorry for the repetitiveness. I doubt I'll get any reviews for this anyway.