Author's note: Ehh...it's short. VERY short. But anyway...fluffy Rocketshippyness rules! So, this is a letter Koji-kun wrote after his poor, poor, Musa-chan died. Ah well! ^-^ So...here it is!
Dear family and friends,
She was the only one in my life...the only woman I'd ever cared for...and now...she's gone.
My Musa-chan positively loved chocolate, although I'm the only one she ever admitted this to. She had a reputation to keep up, a reputation for always being cold and hard and beautiful. Chocolate would've ruined it. Chocolate is the exact opposite of how my Musa-chan's personality was...it's too ladylike, too delicate, it wasn't Musashi's style...it just wasn't right.
Musashi reminded me of chocolate, of delicacy itself, and yet...the way she acted in public would always disregard what I thought of her...but when we were alone....
When we were alone she was always so soft-spoken, so gentle, so vulnerable...it was all I could do to stop myself from holding her in my arms, whispering tender words of love in her ear, touching her soft skin...but I can't do that. Not now. Not ever.
Because she's gone.
Nothing matters anymore.
It's my fault, all my fault, no matter what anyone says...an although it was over a month ago, I still cry every time I see anything that can vaguely be linked to my Musa-chan.
"Musashi, NO!" I had shouted, looking in horror at the car speeding towards my angel. "Watch OUT Musa-chan!" But my love hadn't seemed to be able to see the vehicle, nor had she seemed to hear my shouts. "Musaaaaaaashiiiiii!" I had cried all in one, long cry. In a last fit of desperation, I had sprinted out into the middle of the street, and had attempted to knock her out of the way. Two seconds before I would've been able to knock my love out of the way, the car hit.
My Musa-chan was killed that day. She wasn't even taken to the hospital. My one and only love had no chance of surviving. I loved my angel so much, and now she was gone...I'm still not sure why she didn't move
Now, as I go over all of this, I see a box of half-eaten chocolates. The memories flood into my mind, of every single time we've been together. Through eyes blinded with tears, I pick up the gun that's laying on the same desk I'm writing this letter on, the gun that I always carry just in case of anything. The barrel against my head, I'm about to pull the trigger. There will be blood on this letter, along with tears, I'm sure, because in a small amount of time, a bullet will have found a happy home in my head.
....My friends, I am now dead over a box of chocolates.
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Dear family and friends,
She was the only one in my life...the only woman I'd ever cared for...and now...she's gone.
My Musa-chan positively loved chocolate, although I'm the only one she ever admitted this to. She had a reputation to keep up, a reputation for always being cold and hard and beautiful. Chocolate would've ruined it. Chocolate is the exact opposite of how my Musa-chan's personality was...it's too ladylike, too delicate, it wasn't Musashi's style...it just wasn't right.
Musashi reminded me of chocolate, of delicacy itself, and yet...the way she acted in public would always disregard what I thought of her...but when we were alone....
When we were alone she was always so soft-spoken, so gentle, so vulnerable...it was all I could do to stop myself from holding her in my arms, whispering tender words of love in her ear, touching her soft skin...but I can't do that. Not now. Not ever.
Because she's gone.
Nothing matters anymore.
It's my fault, all my fault, no matter what anyone says...an although it was over a month ago, I still cry every time I see anything that can vaguely be linked to my Musa-chan.
"Musashi, NO!" I had shouted, looking in horror at the car speeding towards my angel. "Watch OUT Musa-chan!" But my love hadn't seemed to be able to see the vehicle, nor had she seemed to hear my shouts. "Musaaaaaaashiiiiii!" I had cried all in one, long cry. In a last fit of desperation, I had sprinted out into the middle of the street, and had attempted to knock her out of the way. Two seconds before I would've been able to knock my love out of the way, the car hit.
My Musa-chan was killed that day. She wasn't even taken to the hospital. My one and only love had no chance of surviving. I loved my angel so much, and now she was gone...I'm still not sure why she didn't move
Now, as I go over all of this, I see a box of half-eaten chocolates. The memories flood into my mind, of every single time we've been together. Through eyes blinded with tears, I pick up the gun that's laying on the same desk I'm writing this letter on, the gun that I always carry just in case of anything. The barrel against my head, I'm about to pull the trigger. There will be blood on this letter, along with tears, I'm sure, because in a small amount of time, a bullet will have found a happy home in my head.
....My friends, I am now dead over a box of chocolates.
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