A/N: A random drabble I wrote while babysitting - we just happened to be watching Spirited Away, and I just happened to have a notebook with me. ;-)
"Go Home"
Go away, Chihiro. Just. . . go. Leave now. Leave Sen behind and be Chihiro again.
And stop worrying about me, stop it! Hearing your voice. . . your fragile, strong voice. . . your beautiful. . .
Oh, just *leave*. I can't stand to hear you speak like that, as if you love me. Leave me. I'm not worthy of you. I'm a thief. Do you hear me? A thief. Do you see me wretching and bleeding here? This is me. I can't let you near me, can't let you get tangled up with me. You'll just get pain, like I got pain.
And it hurts. Oh, Chihiro, it hurts. I feel like I'm being ripped apart inside. I. . .
You're saying my name again. Oh, please, stop. Those cursed syllables should never fall from your beautiful lips. I wish I could stop you, but I can't. You flip me onto my back, still calling my name. If only I could tell you. . . but I can only groan.
It's all becoming so strange. Everything is blurred and whirling, and it hurts. Even more, it hurts to see your face. I can't keep my eyes open.
You have to leave, Chihiro, even if I don't want you to. It doesn't matter if I'd like to have your arms around me forever, the way they are now. It doesn't matter if you want to stay. This isn't the place for you, and I'm not the person for you. I can feel your emotions in your hands, in the way you smooth the hair from my forehead. . . I can hear them in your voice.
And no matter how I feel, I can't let you love me. You deserve more than a lowly dragon thief. So, so much more. You're beautiful, Chihiro, absolutely lovely. You could have almost anything. And I, lovely Chihiro, am nothing. Don't ever settle for something like me. Go back to your own world and find someone worthy of you.
Goodbye, Chihiro. Goodbye to your caring voice and your soft-blanket arms and your love. Go home.
:::al sukoto:::
:::please don't leave:::
"Go Home"
Go away, Chihiro. Just. . . go. Leave now. Leave Sen behind and be Chihiro again.
And stop worrying about me, stop it! Hearing your voice. . . your fragile, strong voice. . . your beautiful. . .
Oh, just *leave*. I can't stand to hear you speak like that, as if you love me. Leave me. I'm not worthy of you. I'm a thief. Do you hear me? A thief. Do you see me wretching and bleeding here? This is me. I can't let you near me, can't let you get tangled up with me. You'll just get pain, like I got pain.
And it hurts. Oh, Chihiro, it hurts. I feel like I'm being ripped apart inside. I. . .
You're saying my name again. Oh, please, stop. Those cursed syllables should never fall from your beautiful lips. I wish I could stop you, but I can't. You flip me onto my back, still calling my name. If only I could tell you. . . but I can only groan.
It's all becoming so strange. Everything is blurred and whirling, and it hurts. Even more, it hurts to see your face. I can't keep my eyes open.
You have to leave, Chihiro, even if I don't want you to. It doesn't matter if I'd like to have your arms around me forever, the way they are now. It doesn't matter if you want to stay. This isn't the place for you, and I'm not the person for you. I can feel your emotions in your hands, in the way you smooth the hair from my forehead. . . I can hear them in your voice.
And no matter how I feel, I can't let you love me. You deserve more than a lowly dragon thief. So, so much more. You're beautiful, Chihiro, absolutely lovely. You could have almost anything. And I, lovely Chihiro, am nothing. Don't ever settle for something like me. Go back to your own world and find someone worthy of you.
Goodbye, Chihiro. Goodbye to your caring voice and your soft-blanket arms and your love. Go home.
:::al sukoto:::
:::please don't leave:::