131. Within White Walls
by buttercupbella
A dark, recurring image -
He sees her by the road
With feet splashing murky water
And an umbrella banishing the rain
He fast-forwards to
A certain Sakura tree,
And she is still there with
Her set of perfect pearly whites
Only this time, something
As crimson as his eyes
Is dripping from her lips,
And she smiles -
"Hello, Natsume."
He sees her by the road
Her umbrella floating in the air
And her feet and legs sprawled across
The pavement
When he tries to reply,
"Hello, Mikan."
He doesn't find it in himself
To use the voice that he still has -
But he screams, where nobody can hear him
Struggling in his bloodred
Straitjacket