Hello, hello. Another one for you. This one's longer, but not by much. Theme: Strong
Pairing: Eichi x Mitsuki
Every morning, she cried for him.
She only let her tears fall for a moment; then her hand reached up to her face and she furiously brushed her tears away. No, she thought to herself. I'm not going to cry. I have to be strong.
She couldn't cry.
Because she had promised him. She had promised that she would achieve her dream.
In order to do that, she had to be strong.
Every day, she pretended to be happy, like she had been when he had been with her.
The people who had known him, who had known how close they had been, were surprised. They often asked her how she was doing, if she was okay. Her cheerful responses confused them.
One boy, a couple of years older than Mitsuki, who had known Eichi well, talked to her once. After their conversation, he said, "You're a strong person."
Mitsuki blinked. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Everyone else is sad about Eichi. Haven't you noticed how down everyone's been lately? They've all been mourning Eichi." The boy looked down. "Don't get me wrong—I'm not trying to say that you don't care. I can tell that you do."
He looked up and met Mitsuki's eyes.
"But Eichi wouldn't want us to be sad. He'd want us to keep on being happy. He wouldn't want us to forget him—he just wouldn't want us to be hurt by him."
The boy turned away. "You have true strength, Mitsuki. You have the ability to do what Eichi would have wanted, instead of what you want to do. You could act the saddest of all, but instead, you're choosing to keep smiling—just like Eichi would have wanted."
He started to walk off. "And that's what makes you strong."
Mitsuki stood there for a long time, staring after the boy.
When he had finally faded from sight, a sob tore from her throat, and tears began to fall.
You're wrong…I'm not strong…not at all…
…Eichi…
Every night, she dreamed of him.
Sometimes, she dreamed of happy times, of the smiles they had shared. She dreamed of golden sunsets, starlit nights, and unspoken feelings—everything that had been lost in the fiery crash that had sent her world tumbling down.
More often, she dreamed a sadder dream—always the same one.
She dreamed that she was running through a field of cherry blossom trees, reaching for him, calling his name. He was running ahead of her, just out of reach. Always out of reach.
When she finally did catch him, his body burst and turned into cherry blossom petals, and she fell to her knees, her hand clutched weakly around his shirt.
Don't cry, Mitsuki, she heard a voice whisper. Be strong.
She shook her head, looked down, squeezed her eyes shut. "I can't," she whispered.
When she woke up, she cried.Don't give me that "You write too much depressing stuff" look. I like to write depressing stuff.
RRE.
