(Note: Yes Im aware they "Had kids" Im going to pretend they didn't for the purpose of this fan fiction. Thanks)
Kohta:
I returned to the house, feeling empty. The note was back where I had found it, along with a part of my heart. I had no idea… How long had she felt that way?
My mind went back to our… To when we had kissed.
To when she had died.
I slammed my fist into the side paneling of the house, tears falling freely down my face.
"Damn you, Lucy!" I yell, using her "true" name, for the first time in … ever? I felt my stomach drop, and I didn't bother to move, my fist still against the panels. I sink to my knees, my heart heavy with what seemed like lead. "Damn you, Damn you, DAMN YOU!" I whisper, my voice rising to a yell at the end.
She had died for me, so this was essentially my fault. Not that Yuka didn't try her best, to fill the void. I felt a never ending guilt, because my feelings for her… could never compare. Memories of my childhood, spent with Lucy on those stolen summer days, threatened to tear me apart.
I had yelled at her before she died.
I had been filled with an unspeakable rage.
And it was all my fault. No matter what. It was my fault.
I wished with all of my being that I could see her once more… Apologize… Hold her… Ki-
"Kohta?"
I turn, and there Yuka stood, wearing a simple dress.
"You're barefoot, you'll catch cold," I murmur, my voice tight. I didn't look up, only down at her bare feet and the ground.
"Kohta, come inside with me." She murmured, her voice soft, but insistant. I felt irritation prick acrossed me, and I nod curtly.
"I will be in, now go! I wish to be alone."
And with that, she left.