Darkness consumes everything. Have you noticed that? No, you haven't. Your purity makes you blind to such things as darkness, as failure, as deceit. You could have a thief steal from you in daylight and you would say it was fine. How can you be like that? Don't you realize that everything has the capacity for evil? Can't you see that your childlike demeanor will not serve you now?

I warned you of the dangers of trusting, but still you trust. When friends betray you, where will this trust be? When you are battered and scarred from the wounds of "friendship," what will you do? I won't be there for you. No matter how much you cry out in agony. No matter how long you scream my name. I won't come back for you when the worst comes. Instead, I will tell you what a fool you were to trust /them,
and then walk back home.

Don't look at me with those almond brown eyes, glistening with tears,the lids stained with blood. I never said I'd be there for you. Not like he did. And I know he will betray you. They will betray you. Their proud natures will get the better of them, and I will scowl at you for not listening. I will hide my eyes in shame at the worthless, crying whelp you will become...

...Who am I kidding...?

I could never let them do that to you... I could never let him do that to you... I care for you as much as he does, you know? I only wish that your heart was with me and not him...

It would never work, though. You're too happy, too open, too kind and joyful. My reserved nature would contradict the liveliness of yours. In that respect, I guess he is right for you...

...I'm glad you smiled at me this morning... I'll cherish that forever... Only hope you read this in time, Chouta--...

I felt the cold steel pierce my flesh. The pain was shortlived, but it did stop my breath. The blood was warm, but cooled fast as it left my body. Fortunately, he didn't even have to read the note. He came just in time before the sword's swift metal pierced all the way through. I know he never read the note I left, but had he, I think our "relationship" might have changed. He might have hated me or loved me more. I'm not sure. But my elegant bird still is with the proud lion of this frozen land. I wonder if he even notices his little fledgling dying when he's with that lion? Or if he notices that this lion only thinks of him as his meal and not his lover? Either way, he will continue to sing his merry tunes, blissfully unaware of the dangers of those around him. I almost wish he hadn't saved me...