Author's Note: Now, I know the description should have warned you about this, but this is a sad fan fiction. If you're not prepared to feel poorly and cry while reading this, I suggest you click that back button now. Also, it contains SPOILERS for Persona 3 Portable, so do not read if you haven't played the game to the end! That said... Hope my writing doesn't butcher the character too badly. Please review after reading?
"So here you are... Didn't think I'd ever find you like this."
It was dark out, but it wasn't strange for him to be out so late at night. Hell, no one ever questioned it when he ditched class, why would they bother when he was out in the middle of the night? Granted, the location was far different than the slums of Tatsumi Port Island Station, but he was there for a reason.
It was to visit her.
He knew the others had been there recently, the roses on her grave freshly cut and still alive, waiting to join who they were given to in death. Aki probably would have done the same for him if he hadn't lived through that night. It seemed so long ago now, even if it wasn't... He couldn't remember much, but there was one flash of it; her, with ruby-red eyes brimming with tears and her desperate words to make him stay.
He had to admit it was kind of funny, in a strange way. How the hell did she manage to help him stay alive with just a few words and emotions, anyway?
The man sighed to himself, pulling his coat closer to his body as he saw clouds gathering above him. And yet, they could never fully block out that bright, full moon overhead.
"You're a hypocrite, you know that? Always so determined to have me by your side, forcing your way into my head to the point where I can't stop thinking about you... And then you go and pull this shit. You're worse than Aki."
He kneeled then, running his fingers along the bouquet of flowers and not even flinching when he felt rain beginning to contact his skin. The earth was still freshly turned, he noted, because it really hadn't happened that long ago... But he knew the others would chastise him for waiting to see her. He had to wait though, because he knew he wouldn't be ready if he didn't. He wanted to say the right thing, for once. All for her.
"God damn hypocrite... I thought it'd be better if I died then, but you said I was wrong because of what I was leaving behind. Did you think about that when you went and kicked the bucket?" He paused, sighing a moment later and continuing to speak quietly, "Of course you did. That's just how you are. Well, next time think about who you might hurt when you make a decision like that."
He spent at least a good hour just kneeling in front of that grave, the sky doing what his eyes couldn't and weeping for her. At last he stood, brushing off his coat and pants before staring at that stone slab thoughtfully. He'd leave something here too, for her to remember him by.
"Don't forget the good times while you're up there. We made those memories for a reason, and... I meant what I said back then. You're a pain in the ass, but don't get the wrong idea; I'm glad I met you."
He'd probably never come here again. There were too many memories that part of him just wanted to forget, but he knew he'd keep them anyway. The rain helped him cool off while he walked away, but even with all the thoughts swirling around her, there was one that wasn't focused on her that he chose to try and focus on instead. This sappy bullshit wasn't for him, and he hated being put into a place where he was forced into it.
Well, he needed a new hat anyway.
Fin