I wonder why Kamui worries so much. Is it my fault? I bet it is. It's always my fault. If I ever get hurt, even just a little, he gets so angry and upset. He acts like its his fault. It gets to the point where he's almost in tears. He's always turned down opportunities for me. For me. That doesn't sound right. It's not sweet, and kind. It's an act of pity. He thinks that if he takes on self loathing, I will get better. I won't. It only makes me hurt more to see him suffer. He thinks that he stole from me, while we were unborn. I don't think he did. I probably gave it to him. I wish he could just live his life. Maybe... if I wasn't born... he would be happy. I told him this once, and he said that it would be impossible to have fun. He said that... I am his... most special person. I'm glad that he thinks that of me... even though I don't deserve it.
I stared at my other half minlessly; the sun was shining through the hazey curtains. I wish I could stay here. But it's morning... and I have to do things.
"Kamui... wake up. It's morning..." I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. He opened his eyes slightly and smiled at me.
"Do we have to get up?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Yes... I'm getting up. You should too. C'mon, get up." I said, throwing the covers off me and hopping of the bed.
"Can't we just stay here?" he asked, restraint in his voice. I heard him yawn.
"No. I'm leaving. I have to go to the market." I said, slipping on some suitable day clothing.
"Wait..." he said, grabbing my wrist. I turned to see him pulling me back in the bed with him.
"Just five more minutes?" he asked. I thought for a moment. If I tried to nagociate with him, he would win. I rolled my eyes in a childish manner and laid down next to him. I could feel our noses touching. This was like when we were kids. I feel... happy. I'm home.