I'm tired. I don't want to wake up. Not now, or ever. My only wish right now is to remain in the comforting darkness of sleep.
There, I was not reminded of my loss. There, I could stay forever. It was much better of a world than reality.
A rather annoying part of my conscious continuously nagged me, urging me to open my eyes. I wish I could've shut it up, or smacked the sense out of it, but neither of those were possible. And soon enough, I was awake.
Several familiar faces hovered over me; their eyes staring with deep concern. I didn't bother trying to remember who they were yet. It wasn't important to me.
They muttered words that I couldn't make sense of. I felt sluggish and my mind was muddled. I wanted to go back to sleep. I wanted to go back, before I remembered that.
Sudden nausea waved over me. An image of a tall, melancholy-looking boy passed through in my mind. His sad smile, his last words.
No. Not this. Not this.
My eyes stung, and my cheeks felt damp and wet. I was shaking, I was sure of it. The familiar faces wore shocked expressions now, as they tried to talk to me. I wouldn't hear them though. I couldn't.
When my senses had finally returned, I sat up. With my arm, I wiped away my already dry tears, and looked at those people.
"Where's Yoite?"
"Yoite?"
"Yes. Yoite."
"What an odd name."
"Where is he?"
"Who?"
"Yoite."
"And who's that?"
I started getting frustrated. "Don't screw with me! Where is he?!"
Another voice (which was higher and girlier) answered, "Miharu… There is no Yoite."
Are they playing with me? I am not falling for it, those stupid dimwits.
"There is a Yoite. Tell me where he is."
They all looked at each other worriedly, and then started approaching me cautiously, like I was some sick, injured animal.
"Miharu…"
I had enough of this. I shot out of the bed and ran out the door, slamming it behind me.