Inspired by: Roc A Lot - Even In Death (Au Revoir). It's a beautiful piano instrumental and you can find it on You tube.

Warning: ...character's dying?

I wonder. I keep wondering as I lie here on the cold ground, inside a growing pool of blood, as red as the passion and anger of a betrayed one.

You were loyal, I always knew that. Funny how all these years of following me as if being my second shadow, you never complained, not even once, despite that vain, arrogant attitude of yours.

So I wonder.

I keep wondering as I lie here on the cold ground with a deep slash in my chest. I lie here in anguish, surrounded by a pool of blood, my own blood, the shiny crimson substance that is dripping from the edge of your own stained blade.

I lie here and... I am probably mad. Probably feeling betrayed, frustrated, angry. So I wonder. You were my friend. My longest, most faithful, best friend. Why would you do that? Why would you raise your sword against me in full intent of cutting through my skin and flesh to wound me and shed my blood to death?

Maybe... you have had enough? Maybe you are tired of following me, being my shadow for so long? Maybe you just couldn't set yourself free and eventually snapped? Were you expecting something, something I didn't or couldn't give you and is tired of waiting any longer?

Maybe you have finally realized what kind of a person am I, and now you hate me?

Why is that that lying here in the the pool of my own blood, a fatal wound in my chest made by you, droplets of scarlet dripping from your blade shining in the dead of the night as you are standing here hovering above me with your sword lowered down and I can't even see you face, or move and feel nothing but the searing pain in my chest, why is that only now, after having been wounded by you, betrayed by you, the very last person I expect to do such a thing to me... why is that only know I realize how important you are to me?

Why haven't I realized this earlier? Why haven't I seen that there was something so awfully wrong between us?

I wish we had more time.

...

What I did do wrong, my most dearest friend? What have I done that made you do such a thing? Please, please tell me, surely we can fix things, surely we can go back to like things were before?

Yumichika... please tell me... Where did I go wrong?...

. . .

But you do not answer. You just stand there. Unmoving, unreacting. Making no sound, with my blood trickling down from your sword... probably watching me with cold, hurting and uncaring eyes, wishing me die faster so you could move on already.

. . .

I lie here on the cold ground with a deep slash on my chest. I lie here in anguish, surrounded by a pool of blood, my own blood, the shiny crimson substance that is dripping from the edge of your own silver red-stained blade. As I lie here on my stomach, I watch the red trickle down, shining in the dead of the night as you are standing here hovering above me, and small droplets of wet liquid are dripping slowly from your blade, swirling and merging with the red substance to join the pool of blood on the ground.

. . .

I lie here and I'm not mad anymore. I lie here, and I know I am dying. I lie here, and I shut my eyes, and I wonder.

. . .

Why are you crying?

Go listen to the song. Go, now!