(note: this is the last of these little things. i've had fun writing them, even if there isn't much to them. thanks again for the reviews, and i hope everyone that read this has enjoyed it!)
fourth.song - takuto
Death should not be this difficult.
That is what Takuto Kira was thinking, face down on someone else's
cold, hardwood floor. He pondered briefly how he had managed to get in
that position, and where exactly he was. After a moment of
consideration, he decided it was not very important. What was
important...
What was important...
What was it again?
He was sifting through two lifetimes of fragmented memories, lost adrift a sea of blurred faces and muted voices. No, no, wait, it was on the tip of his tongue now, almost, ah, yes...there it was.
Her.
She was all that was important right now. Never mind the fact that his entire body was racked with pain, never mind the fact that he wasn't sure if the sun would rise on him the next day. Never mind the fact that every detail of a life he had thrown away years ago was overtaking him, forcibly filling in all the comfortable blanks of his mind. Takuto was beginning to feel a lot like he had on that day at the hospital, when the world was spinning so rapidly downward that the impact of his body on the asphalt was the greatest form of relief he could have ever imagined.
He wondered now, if he had known what was waiting for him in the after life, whether he would have done things differently.
If he had known before he took that last step, what would he have done?
And he closes his eyes, and he can see her face and hear her voice, and he knows, without a doubt, he would endure it all again gladly.
The moon shines high above him, bright and full, and he finds some comfort in its light. There is peace in the full moon's gaze, in the quiet companionship that watches him through the night, and he no longer feels so alone.
