"Kai-to," he almost hears Aoko call to him in a sing-song voice. He fell asleep at the bench in the park with the clock tower again. He takes a yawn before stretching out his legs. His neck stung with pins and needles. The warm glow of the sunset settles upon his figure.
It takes a moment for him to recollect himself. He had forgotten where he was, lost track of the time, and even for a blissful moment, he had forgotten who he was. It was Aoko who always kept his feet on the ground.
But even without her, he can remember what he had done. Her absence makes the memory even more prevalent. He wants to see her again. He shifts over to make room for one more on the bench in the park. The bench faces the clock tower and he looks at it as it becomes stained golden with the sun's last rays. He's thinking about her.
(You were beautiful)
He's waiting for her to take a seat beside him, waiting for their shoulders to touch and pretend that he couldn't care less, but that wasn't quite true. He cared immensely. He cared for her too much. He wants to tell her something cliché that he knows she would have loved.
He wants to see her turn a pleasant shade of red. But the ringing of the clock tower cuts him off. Realization washes over him as he looks over to the clock. It's already seven and the haunting, echoic bells of the clock are enough to bring him out of his ridiculous day dream. He can't seem to stop thinking of her. She'd been gone for a while now, why couldn't he stop seeing her everywhere?
So quietly, he gets up from the bench and turns away from the face of clock. He's says nothing and lets out a defeated sigh.
I just wanted to write something where Aoko was dead because of him one way or another and he couldn't get over her. It's unsatisfyingly short but I guess it's all I can manage for now.