Eifersucht - Prologue
By Alexis C.
Do you know I still think about you all the time?
I bet you don't. I'm sure you thought that I'd just put our past behind us the minute you walked out the door without so much as a backwards glance.
I thought I could. After all we were only together for those few short months. And I tried.
But I couldn't.
You know how they say that true love only comes your way once in a lifetime?
It came my way twice. And both times I lost it. Let it slip through my outstretched fingers to scatter like so much dust in the wind.
Would you have stayed that day if I had begged you to?
I doubt you would have.
But it still bothers me sometimes. That I didn't at least try. Maybe in my heart, I knew that we weren't meant to last. Far better for me to let go then and be content with the few bittersweet memories we shared together then to have those few moments forever marred by long years spent bickering and sniping at each other before an eventual ugly break up.
We were no fairy tale couple, but I really did love you.
Maybe it was just sex to you. But for me, it was love, plain and simple.
I don't know what it was about you that drove me crazy. Heaven knows, you drove Ran crazy in another totally different way, self-confident, arrogant bastard that you were.
I wanted to hate you for walking out on me. And I tried.
But I couldn't.
Instead, I ended up hating myself for letting you walk away without a word. That day, I sat there, smoking my damn cigarette with my back turned until I heard the door click shut with absolute finality. Then I threw the ash tray across the room, shattering it into a tiny thousand fragments. A tiny thousand fragments that could never again be put together, never again be replaced.
Just like the time we spent together.
New people walk in and out of my life all the time. None of them has ever replaced you, your memory.
Where are you now?
I've heard rumours that you'd been spotted in Tokyo recently. You're a marked man now, aren't you? You turned on your former masters. Revenge is on their agenda. You got out of that crazy mess in one piece though. You guys became a legend that night. No one even knows what the hell went on down there. The only news on the streets the next day was that you all had taken out fifty Talents and escaped from Estet's clutches. Incredible feat that. I'll admit it to you in all honesty, Weiss would have gone down in seconds. We never could hold a candle to you guys for all our bravado.
I miss you, Schu. I really really do.
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For some reason, the crumpled scrap of paper lying forlornly on the floor near the bin caught his attention.
He stepped closer, peering down at it.
Blue inked jottings on a white sheet.
What was that...?
... Schu.
Right down on paper. In the man's room.
A small date scribbled at the end of the page told him that the letter had only been written a few days back.
He smoothed out the letter, taking a quick cursory look at it.
Emerald eyes widened beneath red glasses.
He hastily stuffed the paper into the pocket of his jacket and eyed the door suspiciously. He iknew/i there wasn't a soul in the house now but too many days of hiding had made him paranoid.
Eventually, he began moving through the room, picking up objects here and there and then placing them back down again- a framed photograph of the occupant of the room and his friends, a half-empty packet of cigarettes, a pen here and a book there...
Everything in the room was a representation of the occupant of the room. They were testaments to his existence, his lifestyle, his personality.
He hadn't changed much in five years. A long time to some, a short time to others.
The man need never know of his presence.
He shut the door behind him when he left.
End Prologue.