AN: My second Elfen Lied fanfic, this time from Kouta's POV. I own nobody, therefore do not sue me. I am teh broke. Please leave me some love or critisms! I needs them!
Our Final Goodbye
Slowly she pulled out of my arms, a sad smile donning her pale, bloodied face. I tried to smile back, but the growing tears in my eyes made it impossible for me to do so as I held them back. I'm a man, aren't I? Shouldn't I be the one who is strong and in control of their emotions? Nyu--no, Lucy wiped my tears away, her own eyes filling with tears. I still could barely conceive how a girl with such soft hands could be such a ruthless killer.
She stepped down a step, still facing me, her smile fading fast. "I'm sorry, Kouta," she whispered, taking another careful step backwards. "You will never see me again."
My voice, which had hidden itself deep within my chest until now, was fighting to reach the surface; my arms tried to move to reach out to her--to pull her back into my warm embrace, but they hung limply at my sides. "You're--" my voice cracked; tears were starting to bury my voice again. "You're not--not going to kill--anyone--again, are you?" my voice fought to say under the weight of my tears.
Lucy smiled again, this time with a fierce amount of regret clouding her eyes. She looked away, sighing. "No. There will be no more deaths," she answered, her voice lingering on the word death.
I wanted to believe her, but the look she gave me suggested otherwise. "Where are you going?" I asked quietly, my voice calmer now. Deep down I truly trusted her words. She wasn't going to kill again.
"Somewhere far away from here," she responded, still looking away, turning around, her back facing me. Her shoulders were square, not slumped as I had expected them to be. From behind, she appeared as if she was preparing for the greatest battle of her life. "I'm so sorry, Kouta... I love you. Goodbye."
I blinked, unsure as to whether I had heard her speak, or if her strained words were just a figment of my imagination. "Goodbye, Lucy!" I cried to her back, hoping deep within my heart that this wasn't our last goodbye. "I'll never forget you!"
Her shoulders remained squared, showing no signs of having heard me as I stood at the top of the stone steps, watching as Lucy made her way to some unknown destination. As her form slowly disappeared, I couldn't help but to worry.
She did say that this was the last time I'd see her sad, beautiful face. The finality in her voice when she said that to me--the certainty, as if she knew of her fate, scared me. I could only hope that someday she would return, and that we could live together, with the past put behind us for good.
But deep down, I knew that this truly was our final goodbye.