rinascita
"Hey Ayato." Hinami asks as the duo was on the floor watching the television as a commercial was running through their screen.
Her boyfriend lazily said, "Hm?"
"Do you believe in reincarnation?" The brunette turned her head. Seeing Ayato raise his eyebrow before pondering on the question and shrugging, "Does it matter?"
"Not really, but sometimes," Hinami paused as a flash of past memories crossed her mind. Ayato …. was it? Her words to the younger version of her scowling Ayato. Another scene flashes as she feels weak- lethargic even, it was hard breathing- like she was drowning. The brunette continued, "it feels like we've been together longer than just a year."
Ayato goes quiet. His memories also flash to particular scene of their past life.
Don't leave me, Hina. Oh he remembers alright. Cradling her lukewarm corpse to his chest. The tears. The blood. The rage. The rawness in his voice as he charged against a man that embodied death shouting in his madness. Her smile. Her quirky habits that managed to leak into their current life. Her love for books. Her kisses were still sweet.
"Do you think they were happy?" Hinami muses as Ayato wraps his arms around her waist settles his head on top of her shoulder nuzzling her cheek. "I'm sure they were happy."
I sure as hell was with you in that god forsaken world.
rebirth