The Letter
Akira,
It had been fourteen years six months and nine days since the day we left Japan to America.
It had been five years one month and thirteen days since you left me.
This is my first and last letter to you.
Happy birthday and Happy Valentines.
Life here is...becoming numb.
Sometimes I even wonder, why am I here?
I know.
To fulfill my dream, I lost many things in my life.
Now that I had reached my dream, I no longer know what to long for, where to go, where to return to.
Lately, I think of many things.
It's unusual for me to think of other things except the orange ball.
It troubled me.
I remembered the first time we met. You and your usual exaggerating broom hair.
Your confident eyes.
Your sunny smile.
I can never forget it.
I remembered the last time we met. You and your usual exaggerating broom hair.
Your sorrow eyes.
Your bitter smile.
Burned into my mind.
Haunted me in each play.
Akira, I'm tired.
I'm lonely.
I'm a loner in all my life. Loneliness is my friend.
Until you came into my life, loneliness is my enemy.
I'm really very tired and cold.
Spring is no longer tender.
Summer is no longer warm.
Autumn is becoming bitter.
Winter is becoming painful.
This year, I received many chocolates.
I ate all of it.
I need the sweetness and the warmth of it to feel being alive.
I changed a lot, Akira.
I felt like I'm no longer myself.
I remembered the last thing you told me.
"I'll be there when you are ready to go home."
I am ready to go home, Akira.
But I can't find my way home.
Where is my home?
Lead me.
Kaide
14th Feb 2005.
In a serene graveyard, a tall, thin and black haired man was found dead beside a particular tombstone.
There was a contented smile played upon his pale lips.
A week later, a new tombstone was built beside that particular tombstone.
…Sendoh Akira…
1st Jan 2000.
Rest in Peace.
…Rukawa Kaide…
14th Feb 2005.
Rest in Peace.
After finished writing this fic, I felt sad.
I hope all of you will like this fic.
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