"You're a liar."
He towered over Yuriko, his hands at his sides in white knuckled fists as he bared his teeth at her. She never saw a person so angry. Blue eyes as deep and rich as the ocean had gone cold and electric. He hated her. She deserved the hate. It had been due to her for a long time; a debt that had not been paid back and kept accumulating interesting. The loan shark was back. And this time she owed flesh.
Standing in defeat, her small shoulders slumped downward in surrender. "I am. And I am sorry."
He turned away, the familiar sneer-that expression that she had seen disintegrate into the gentlest of smiles-had returned with a raw savagery and disgust. It was even more distrusting and disdainful than she remembered.
Warm tears were forming in her eyes. The eyes she had used to help deceive him. They itched from the colored contact lenses. He still had never seen her with her real irises. They were as blue as his. She wiped at the teardrops quickly, believing they would only make him hate her more.
"Why?" The question was a window of disorienting clarity in the enveloping darkness. It caught her off guard and made her hesitate to respond. There wasn't just one reason. So many contributions led them to where they were today.
Yet she couldn't recall one excuse worth justifying what she had done.
"They don't matter anymore." She felt a chill over her body and hugged herself. The pills were starting to take their effect. This was penance as well as escape. She was already feeling the heavy drowsiness and welcomed it happily. The memories would stop-the neverending guilt would be stopped.
They had taken a lot longer to kick in. The bedding of darkness was piling on top of her, heavy muffled blanket after heavy muffled blanket. "And it will only make you hate me more for it. And that's the last thing I want."
"You should have thought of that before you went and did this." His words were still like searing hot blades of steel, each word slicing into her and keeping her coherent. The world was melting away into steamy oblivion all around them. But he was still crystal clear clarity. He always was so freaking pristine.
"I never meant for it to go this far-" Her voice shook in fatigue.
Her judgment was starting to falter. He crossed his arms and turned from her. She couldn't help but smile softly. She always liked how he would fold his arms and look away, like a petulant child who begrudgingly had to accept his situation but would always remember the disgression.
The final wish she had in her life was to have her last moments seeing and remembering the moments she spent with him. Not the horrors of her captivity from... before she met him. He had showed her that she could care for another man. He had taught her so much.
She was swaying out of balance. It was hard to remain on her two feet. She leaned her body against the wall, not caring if the primed paneling she leaned against cost more than a month's rent to her. She wasn't going to leave a mark.
"My words are nothing anymore. But you were the greatest part of my life." Her eyelids were drooping. He never morphed or faded away. He simply vanished from view. Her lungs couldn't take in air anymore. Dizziness swirled within her brain in its passionate dance.
"What? Sora!" His call out to her echoed away in her ears as she felt herself go. Ironic, she thought. I truly am flying away like a bird. The last thing she remembered before complete darkness was the one conversation. From when they first met.
"The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly."