WARNIGN: SAD! I MADE MYSELF CRY! I understand if you don't want to read this. READ WITH SOMETHING COMFORTING NEAR YOU IF YOU CRY EASILY!
Just Fine
How'd they get so close together? When did she wake? How long have her eyes been open? Why could she barely see him? Was he also awake? Was he dead already?
These were some of the thoughts running through Momo's mind as she felt herself ever so slowly slipping away while tried to hold on for just a bit longer.
Next to her not to far away her childhood friend was lieing. Momo could see lots of blood but she couldn't tell if it was from her or him. How close were they?
Momo wanted to say something; wanted to get him to look at her, to open his eyes. Were his eyes already open?
Momo blinked hard trying to get her vision to focus. No, his eyes weren't open.
She tried to make a noise; nothing.
She could just tell that Toshiro had opened his eyes. Not by much but they were open.
Again she wondered how close they were. Could she reach him? Would he want her to reach him? They'd both screwed up big time. Were they too far apart?
He was breathing raggedly and Momo could tell she was breathing that way too. If she could hear him breathing he had to be close right?
She felt something touch her hand. She moved her eyes with great effort to look down at her hand.
His hand was touching hers or, attempting to hold hers. She wasn't the only one having trouble getting her body to listen.
She caught his also bleary sight for a couple seconds before he closed his eyes again; she closed hers too.
It was ok. This was ok. Even if the war wasn't won, it was ok. She'd driven a wedge between them for so long.
He forgave her, he was sorry; she forgave him, she was sorry. It was only for maybe a few minutes, but it was ok. They'd found each other in end. So it was ok right?
Even if it was for a few minutes, it was ok. If she thought back, she knew there had been more times when they were together.
Maybe they had missed out on so much; there had been so much that could've happened if they'd found each other sooner.
But it didn't matter. They had each other for the last few minutes.
They had seen it in each others eyes.
I forgive you. I'm sorry. I love you. I wish things had been different but it's ok.
Momo could just feel his hand limp and cold in hers and she finally let herself slip away too.
Despite everything, it was ok.
This was just fine.
Ok, I'm SORRY! If you read it and cried, I'm sorry *hands all the crying readers a tissue* I was having a random depressing feeling and I turned it into a short story instead of a poem…. If you didn't read it, don't worry, I understand.