Everything about Amu was perfect in my eyes—it still is, mind you. The way she blushed when I teased her, her creamy skin, her childish face, every little thing should ever do since the moment we met… Don't even forget about her scent. That alluring scent alone was enough to drive me mad. Sweet, like strawberries. I liked that about her.
Scratch that last sentence. I liked—no, loved everything about her. I still do love her, even though she'sgone from this world now.
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I trudge up the hill just like every single day after my world ended. The sun shines brightly high above me, mocking me with the sunny rays that seem to be purposely casted onto my back. I clutch a bouquet of flowers in my right hand, forcing my legs to keep moving even though I desperately want to stop. The top of the hill is decorated with flowers and it seems much too cheerful, but I know Amu would want it to be this way.
"I really miss you, you know? But I know that I'll join you eventually. Even if it kills me, I'll wait. Don't cheat on me with some angel," I joke. Dropping my voice to a whisper, I add in a sad, longing sort of voice, "I love you."
I crouch there in silence and stare at the sky, closing my eyes and remembering Amu. A gust of wind blows my way and for a second, I can smell her scent—that scent of innocence and naivety and beauty that she never knew she had. I breathe it in—in and out, in and out—until it's gone and there's nothing but the smell of the flowers and grass and air around me.
I open my eyes.
"Hey, Amu. Let me tell you about today."