Love 8: Uncarring and Guilt
Ayumi Yoshida sped down the hallways of Sonoko's winter mansion as fast as she possibly could, a hand held to her lips and tears running down her cheeks.
Guilt.
Guilt ate at her heart.
And she would let it devour as much as it wanted. She had no use for that stupid organ anymore...causing her so much pain.
She had kissed him.
She had kissed Mitsuhiko right in front of his eyes and he hadn't cared one bit. He was suprised at first, but that was it. That was it.
That was it...
Salty drops of water stained her off-white dress as she continued her hurried pace. Ai hadn't seen it. Ai didn't know that her best friend kissed her love interest. What was Ayumi to do now? She couldn't talk to her friend closest friend about it, and she was sane enough at the moment not to go to Mitsuhiko. Who in their right mind would go to Genta?
Deal with it.
She was to deal with the guilt and hurt and angst all by herself. Depression sweeped through her veins like icy cold water dripping on exposed skin.
Curse it all, she hadn't been expecting something as huge as this when she and the others came to visit. Why, why had she accepted his offer to bring her along? She KNEW she had a bad feeling about this. Why had she even tried to win his heart?
Kissing Mitsuhiko had been her final attempt. It had been her final wack at the bat.
Strike one...Strike two...Strike three Ayumi's out!
Turning a corner, she found herself speed-walking down a new hall.
Exit...exit.
Must find an exit!
Her confused pacing stopped after a few seconds, when she found what she was looking for. Opening the dark wooden door, she didn't even dare slam the door behind her. Instead, she left it to close on it's own.
Her bare feet didn't even attempt to slip under her.
It was then Ayumi found what she truely wanted, what she wished for so desperatly back when she was standing there, eyes beaded to his.
A quiet, safe place where nobody would disturb her and all of her crazy thoughts.
Sitting down on the long distance between two statue gargoyales, she cradled up ont the thick surface and started to cry.
It was Ai that came to her mind first, Ai that made an apperence before her in her head. In the dark, cold vision of her brain, Ai was standing there, a glare wrapping her face to the maximum. "Ai-chan...I'm sorry I kissed him. It was selfish of me." The glare the imaginary Ai gave her deepened. "I should have been a better friend. I shouldn't have kissed him. I shouldn't have betrayed you so badly. I'm sorry, Ai-chan. I'm sorry."
It was then that the Ai figure gave her a warm smile as clear as day and faded away. Next that came to her mind was Mitsuhiko, just fading in. Her tears grew colder and she tightened her grip on her legs. "Mitsuhiko-kun. I'm sorry for leading you on like this, if even that. Ai-chan adores you, as you her. I've gottan in the way of that..." The figure gave her a saddened stare. "Mitsuhiko-kun...please forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." The figure gave her the same exact smile as faded away, just as Ai had.
It was then that a dark, unrecognizable figure began to walk into her imagination's view. He was as shadowed as the pitch darkness surrounding her. But she knew who the figure was...
...oh yes, she knew who he was.
And she only had one thing to say to him.
"Conan-kun...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I love you. I'm so, so sorry..."