He picked up the piece of paper on her desk, the handwriting clearly hers. He could see the parts she had struggled, or had pressed a little too hard. These were the words she'd wanted to reach him, the tears that she'd cried for him. He took a deep breath, reading her last words to him.
To the idiot I loved,
I never thought I'd be writing this, not in a million years, but someone once told me I needed to take more risks. So this is my risk, I'll pour my heart out for you, whether you reply or not.
Read it once or twice or more, just don't throw it away immediately. Think of it as one last request, I won't bother you again.
I still miss you, even after you said goodbye, after you said your apologies, after I told you I hated you.
And sometimes I hug that pillow you loved just to cry some more.
You told me you loved me, is it too much too ask whether you still do? Or if you even think about me.
How could I physically hate you after these past months.
I still think about you, you know?
About the times we laughed.
About the times we cried.
The times we argued.
I can't watch my favourite movies now, they all remind me of you.
I can't drink that stupid wine you love, I get drunk too easily.
Sometimes when I lie on the sofa, I wish your arms were around me, like those days we were too tired to move.
Or sometimes I bake a cake and realise you're not there to help me.
You came into my life like a bouquet of flowers, only to wilt, but there was me trying to revive dead flowers.
It took me too long to realise that I was in love with you.
I hope you don't miss me the way I miss you.
I wouldn't be able to stand seeing you like that.
From,
that girl you once knew.
He would never throw it away, never.
After all she said the one thing he'd always wanted her to.
He still loved her too.
Aoko leant back against her sofa, she was finally finished. The novel she had spent the past 2 years working on was coming to a close. What had started as a way to cope had suddenly become a way for her to say the things she couldn't in real life.
It was meant to be lighthearted, not the type that would make you cry ugly tears. But here she was writing a letter she knew would break hearts.
Looking back at the last 2 years, it was definitely the fight she had with Kaito that spun a dark side to her book. She hadn't seen him for a while, not since the day they fought, over Kaitou Kid of all things. No matter what it was that thief had taken things from her, things she cherished, so when she found out about his secret she couldn't help but feel betrayed. She said things she didn't mean, but that idiot had told her the one thing she wished he'd never did.
This letter was for him, for the character she'd based off of him, for the things she'd never be able to say in real life. She could only hope it reached him.
