A Reason To Live
::Prologue::
Memories of You
Rain fell upon the city of Tokyo. Fourteen years after the entire incident, there was no sign of the events that had unfolded upon these worn and tired streets. Slowly the environment was dying, but it didn't matter. It was just a rainy April day on the streets of Tokyo, and to Arashi Kishuu it seemed as if every couple in the world was out today. Holding hands in beautiful bliss. She tried to suppress the bitter thoughts, but one escaped. Could these innocents truly understand what love was?
She still remembered him. With every breath she thought of him. Of his smile. Of his words. Of his death. She remembered his eyes, so full of life and yet slightly melancholy. She remembered everything about him. Memories that were so precious. She would never see him again, so she treasured the memories.
Live on, he had said. That was the only part she had resented. Hadn't he realized how much he meant to her? With his death, she had lost all meaning for life. Hadn't he realized how cruel he was, to leave her stranded alone in this lonely life without him? Of course not. He had always been so very selfless. He had always been so kind. He would never stop to think of her pain. As long as she was alive, he hadn't given a thought to what happened to him. That was part of the reason she loved him.
She would have done anything. She had done many things, some of them painful, all of them unpleasant. All of it had been done for him, but he was unable to understand the selflessness of others. In a way it was amusing, but at the same time it hurt. She had wanted to follow him in death, but that would have made his death in vain. So she lived. Anything at all, for him.
Still, after fourteen years of loneliness she was beginning to long to join him in death. She wanted to die, but she wouldn't. She had promised him that she would live, and she intended to live. She would live for him, for the both them, and for the happiness that they would never be able to obtain in this life. Someday she would die, as all living things do, but until then, she would live.
It was her daily litany. Her daily prayer. She clutched the umbrella between her fingers as she stared at the loving couples sadly. She had wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She wanted to make him happy. She had wanted to…
Lost in thought, she didn't notice when she bumped into the boy. Still lost in thought, she had barely managed to utter a cursory apology before she did a double take.
Sorata?
::Discalimer::
X, or X/1999 is not mine. If it was, Sorata wouldn't die.
::Author's Note::
I know this is very short, but here's my first attempt at a Sorata/Arashi fic. I love this pairing. Okay, I'm not sure if Sorata dies in the manga, but he dies in the anime, and so I decided to write a fic about Arashi's life after Sorata's death, and you should know, it is Sorata/Arashi.
Please review if you have the time. I would appreciate feedback on this short chapter.