CHAPTER SIX: Am I Truly Alone?

Nothing could describe the pain I felt in that very moment in which I saw the dead tint on Usagi's face. Shards of glass penetrated the very supple skin on his face. Blood stained his lips and chin, as if it was painted on. His hair seemed to have already lost its' grey shine that I admired, but never cared to tell him about, but now I wished I did. A white cloth covered his eyes. As terrified as I was to further the horrific image by looking into his eyes, I kindly asked the police officers if I could take off the cloth.

"M-m-may I t-t-take this off?"

"Of course, if you feel it's what you need to do" he said after looking at the other officer.

My hands shook with so much force, I could barely grab the cloth as I gently lifted it off of Usagi's face.

My heart immediately palpitates even more than it already was, as I look into Usagi's eyes. The lustful, bright purple eyes were no longer vibrant, almost as if the purple had succumbed to the monotone color of death.

I bite my lip in an attempt to hold in my tears, as one slides down my cheek.

"We...we also would like to show you the belongings he held in his car..." one of them said as they reached into a large box.

"By the way," the officer said with brown hair, "my name is officer Hisoka" he said to me as he pulled out some items from the box.

A package of cigarettes, tinted sunglasses and his cell phone were gently placed on a table next to me.

"Oh my god, what is this?" the other officer says as he picks up a beautiful bouquet of flowers, with an assortment of different colors all together. He hands me the flowers in confusion and slight awe. A little card falls from the bouquet, so I pick it up and begin to read it.

"To Misaki.

I'm sorry for not trusting you as much as I should.

I should have trusted you more.

I just care about you too much.

I don't want anything bad to happen to you.

I love you.

Love, Usagi"

I cover my mouth as my breathing becomes erratic, and my cries begin to escape from my lips. Officer Hisoka comes over and pats me on the back as a sign of support.

"It's okay Mr. Takahashi, feel free to cry if you need to, I understand this is a very hard situation for you to go through. I'm going to get some paper work for you to fill out with my partner, Mr. Jeitsari, you stay here until we get back, okay?"

I nod as he smiles sympathetically and walks out with Mr. Jeitsari.

I slide down the wall and bury my face into my knees. Bawls and sobs fill the room as I think more and more about how real this is.

それはあなたのせいで、彼はとにかく死にました

[It's your fault he's dead anyways]

あなたが知っているこの問題を解決する唯一の方法があります [You know there's only one way to solve this] Depression fills my mind like it did when my parents died as I sat there in my own aura of despair. I worked up the strength to stand up and look over Usagi. His lifeless body looks very stiff and strained, yet his spirit looks simmered out, like a candle that has just been blown out. A teardrop manages to fall onto his hand. I caress his face, only to feel his skin tense and cool to the touch. His face isn't warm like it is when it's he kisses my cheeks, or when he nozzles his face into my neck. I can't do this anymore. I gently close his eyelids and pull the sheet back over his face.