Always Him


It is as if I am falling from the sky, free of the clouds and vast blue, sailing downward to the great, green earth. My arms are spread wide to welcome this fleeting fate of mine, my smile is genuine and happy; for a rare moment, he might have appreciated this luxury with me. This careless gesture of hopefulness and hopelessness, twined together until they blurred into what is known as me. He might have smile too, for this fate. And perhaps, he would have joined me.

But I sail down, down, down; it hardly seems that I will ever reach the ground. It's so hard to keep my eyes open with the air stealing tears from them as I pass, but I make my struggle and do not mind the chill it creates. But a bit of eternal warmth awaits me at my destination, so I will bear this fall as one last pain, one last ritual to prove that I am worthy of the rest I seek. Beneath the sky, I shall lay. Above the earth, I shall pray. And I shall pray for him to wait for me, in his own quiet shelter apart from mine. Or where mine will be. But I should think that, no matter the distance, we will soon come together and be joined again in this second run. Then we may rest in each other's arms, slender and care-worn from the torture that this first run has brought to its inhabitants. We were its children, and it abused us. So if we find a better place to stay, shouldn't we at least be together?

It's almost upon me, and soon, very soon I shall be with him again. I will see you shortly, my

(brother)(lover)

and we will never part. And I,

(Knives)(Wolfwood),

shall be with you always,

(Vash)(Vash).

Isn't it wonderful, being at both the end and the beginning? Please wait for me, now. I'll only be a moment more. Thank you

(Vash)(Vash)

for understanding.