It's moi! I'm back with another drabble thingy...Lalala, Warning Alert! Character Death! and um...if you dunno what's Gravitation, n if you are a homophobe or something, get out of here! Geez.
Oh..I don't own anything except for /holds up GravitationCDs/ and uh.../ digs out volume 1, 3, 10, 11 and 12 of the Gravi manga/. Those are mine! And I want a Gravi poster/cries/
Love Letter
Dear Yuki,
What a day it has been. All the reporters and media are hounding me like crazy. You know me; I can't possibly be like you, calm and composed in front of others. I can't be as cool as you. But luckily, K, Hiro and Seguchi-san cleared it all up in no time. My affairs here are pretty much done.
I miss you, Yuki. I wonder what you would be doing now if you were beside me. How long it has been since you called me an idiot, I can no longer tell. But time without you here passes by so very slowly, you know. Sometimes I go back to an empty house, half expecting you to stand in shadows of the doorway, putting a cigarette to your lips, then breathing the smoke out, or in your study, typing you latest novel. But when I get back, there's only quiet.
It scares me, Yuki. I feel so lonely, even with when I am with Hiro. I feel…lost, I suppose. I don't know what to do anymore. I miss you so bad it hurts so so much. Please come back. Yuki, please….
At this point, words were tear-stained and blotched and trailed off incoherently. The writer clutched the crumpled piece of paper closer to his heart and swallowed against the lump forming in his throat.
There were no words to describe all that he was feeling at this moment because all he could see in front of him was a pale face in eternal sleep. No matter how hard he tried, the image stuck forever and he would be forced to endure it. He was so sad, so tired of everything that he could not even cry. The emptiness inside gnawed relentlessly at him and everything and everyone only served as reminder of his lover.
Lover. He no longer has one. The moment something so fragile and infinitely precious was finally in his grasp, it was snatched away.
He never thought love would hurt so badly. It isn't supposed to be like this, is it? No one ever said that it would be like this. It was as if you have to lose it just to understand the definition of love.
Yuki once wrote something like that in his one of his novels.
'Love does not conquer all. Love is not always kind, nor is it gentle all the time. Love is the painful feeling of absolute loneliness of watching that someone walk away from. But to every different person, there is a special definition of the word "love". It would be unfair to generalize the meaning of such an intense feeling.'
To him, the feeling of love is…
Love is golden hair and amber eyes.
Love is Yuki holding on to his hands in his last moments, urging him softly not to cry
Love is Yuki telling to live on, to go on with his life even without him, to always be strong.
He let the letter fly through his fingertips, borne into the air by gentle breeze.
A week later, all traces of Shindou Shuichi, vocalist of the now disbanded Bad Luck, in Japan is gone.
'It is the worst feeling of all to lose someone you truly love. But in the end, to love someone is to learn how to live on after he is gone.'
Author's Note : I got the inspiration from two songs. Though I should give credit to Gackt's "Love Letter" and the song "Caged Bird" from DN Angel, especially the latter.
O...done...how was it? Sucky? Stupid? Trash? Zero talent? Crap, it sucks, doesn't it?