Sorry, if the bot sent you like a thousand e-mails. I did something funky.lol.Okay so I was asked to write another part, from Ryuichi's POV. Here you go, and I hope you like it.
He's gone.
He's gone, and it's all my fault. I drove him to this.
It was too much for me. I was falling in love with him, and I panicked. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, and I ran. I ran right to the arms of a woman.
And there I was when he found us. In his and mine bed, I was with another woman. Oh how I regret it. She was nothing like him. He had been wonderful, and passionate. She was a whore, she had done this special act with every man in Japan.
Yet, me being stupid, continued to take care of the deed. I remember the look on his face as he walked in. He dropped to his knees crying, and I didn't know what to do. I loved him so much, that I was stunned. Had I seriously just hurt him beyond words.
I broke his heart, and now I'm paying for it.
I remember walking into the bedroom, and finding his limp form bleeding on the bed. The same bed I had commited him the injustice. It was pure karma, and I hate it.
I screamed and ran to him. I shook him, but he did not rouse. As I looked at his beautiful pale face, I noticed the tears still clung to his lashes. What had I done.
He took his life, and I can't believe I have to live without him. He was so fragile. Our whole relationship, I had been careful with him. I was told he would break if I hurt him. That he loved me that much. I'm sorry Tatsuha. I killed you. Now I don't know what to do. I'm lost.
I lost him. He's gone.
Okay, so there's another part. Hopefully that quenches the thirst of those special readers who asked for this. If not, I sincerely apologize. Review please.