It's been hours and the airport floor is a feeling I am quite used to at this point. I rearrange my seating and try not to look around too much, although a flash of blond hair sometimes catches my eyes. He can't have left me, he had to have gotten my notes. I keep telling myself this until it appears that I'm only lying to myself, but the idea of a long traffic wait or mishap still lingers, giving me the slightest hope.
I am done. The beautiful morning sun warms my heart and for once in my life I feel relieved, I feel an excitement for what is to come. Eiji's letter is tight in my hand, I can feel the warmth he put into it, see the little errors he made that warm my heart. As I looked down at at the word "amercan dream" I can't help but let a little giggle escape my throat. In a blinding flash I see nothing but a knife and the blinding rays of the sun through the summer leaves. Blood. Death. It has finally come, something I always wished upon, it has come at the worst possible time. I fold myself over as I stumble in a swirl of memories, I open the library door, a place that has always felt like home, and I whisper my last goodbyes to the love of my life, my sunshine. I am satisfied.
I have finally realised that maybe it is the time for me to die, and for him to live.