A/N: TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK...
CHAPTER 4: GIRORO TO FUYUKI
I remember how much it hurt. I remember how hard I cried. I remember the guilt that continues to plague me. But for the life of me I can't remember his last words.
I remember hearing the shots. I remember running. I remember holding his hand. But what did he say? Why can't I remember?
I remember the pain in his eyes. I remember the plea for help. I remember his last smile. But his words...?
I remember how much I want to forget how much it hurt, how hard I cried, the guilt, the shots, the running, his hand, the pain, his plea, his smile…
I remember how I would've given anything to take his place.
I remember how badly I still wish I could.
I remember what it feels like to forget. And what it feels like to remember…
The hurt. The tears. The guilt. The shots. The running. His hand. The pain. His plea. His smile.
Could it really have been as simple as I remember it?
"Goodbye, Fuyuki."