Just a little thing I made. RyouxIchigo. Ryou's POV. Angst. Here we go
Dancing in the Rain
I remember her. Ichigo. She was so happy, a bubbly, sweet little strawberry. She loved the rain. Whenever those small droplets would fall, she'd rush outside and start to twirl, laughing. She would come back in, soaking, and when I'd yell at her for ruining the café, she'd simply giggle and say "Gomen ne, Shirogane. But, next time…"
"Please come dance with me!"
And, after that, I'd always roll my eyes and agree. I never did dance, though. Each time was the same, until I walked her home the café that day…..the day she died. We were walking. I insisted that we took a car—it was pouring—but she simply shook her head and said "No, Shirogane, I want to walk home. I want to be in the rain."
I agreed. I figured that since nothing would—or could—happen, so it would be okay to humor her and go walking. It was a mistake. We should have taken the car.
We were crossing the street and I had dropped something—I don't remember what it was now—and she had stopped in the middle of the crosswalk to wait for me. It happened so fast, the car came, and broke her fragile body…
I ran to her, and my mind was such a blur at that moment I don't remember if I cried or not. I picked her up. She smiled. "Gomen ne, Shirogane," she whispered to me.
"I never got the chance….to teach you how to dance in the rain…"
She died before the ambulance came. In my arms, in the street.
It's raining now. Carefully, I walk outside. I feel the rain prickling onto my skin, and I swear I hear her voice, laughing, singing, saying "Come on, Shirogane! Dance with me!"
I'm sorry, Ichigo. It's too late for that. But, maybe, just maybe, you're watching me. Maybe you are smiling, right up in heaven, and maybe you are laughing. "Dance with me, Shirogane! Dance with me!" I'm sorry, Ichigo. It's too late for that.
But maybe, this one time, you'll be able to see me dancing in the rain.