How I Miss You
bonds
The trembling of the creek, as it slowly winds its way across the rounded rocks, reminds me of you. I watched as it carried a lone sakura blossom down its path, guiding the blossom around the obstacles and leading it forever forward. As the lone blossom spun along with the motion of the creek, trying to seek its way to the bank, I must have been washed over with loneliness. I forever know I am lonely when you're gone, but it seemed that then I was lonelier than ever before. I felt like the blossom, as the blossom slowly searched for the relief of the bank from the creek's ever pounding stream. I slowly followed beside the creek, watching the path of the blossom as it progressively made its way farther and farther away from the tree it'd fallen from. Such a beautiful thing, I decided, did not belong so far away from home, but I slowly realized that as the blossom longed for its tree, I longed for my home as well. The longer the blossom separates from the tree the sooner it shall wither and die until it is no longer beautiful, as I am now. You must not understand me for you haven't seen me in such a while, but the longer I am away from you and from where I belong the more sunken and dead I feel myself becoming. I examined briefly as the wind raised the blossom from the creek's pounding course, carrying it over the rounded rocks and fallen branches. I walked closer to the banks of the creek, holding out my hand as the wind dropped the lonely blossom into my open palm. The blossom was still beautiful, its pink hue still bold as it was freshly fallen, but it contained no warmth and only held coldness. I am cold, my love, and I am waiting for the wind to come save me from the hardships that I am facing.
Oh, my love, how I miss you so. Only you can be the wind that picks me up from this cold creek and sets me where I belong; back into your arms.
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The letter was found in the hand of a dead soldier along with a sakura petal after a bombing that destroyed his military base.
A man who had witnessed the husband's last words told them to tell his wife, "he'd finally come to save her from the cold creek."
When the military went to inform the wife of her husband's death, they found she had died three months previous to the day of the bombing.
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Wow. I'm not sure how long ago I wrote this but I found it on my computer as a Roxas x Naminé oneshot…
Strange
Well… being me I'm too lazy to edit it at all :)
And I'm working on actually finishing my other fics! (YES!)
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Sorry if this was confusing at all … and I guess I'm able to fit this under one of my twenty themes :D! yessss!
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