Been awhile since I posted on this side. I have lots of stories and random bits of poetry for this section, but I end up forgetting to share it. Ayway, this piece here is a little poetry and who it's about, I'll let you decide. Enjoy!
Title: There
Type: Poetry
Summary: I doubted you were there, that you didn't support me, and yet you were always there close by.
Idea: A character reflecting on a revelation just learned.
Sub-Ideas: Secrets are hard to keep...
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You were there, always there.
That was who you were.
Yet you hid from me, never telling me who you really were.
I admit, I had my doubts, my suspicions, my fears.
Still somehow you managed to make them go away.
Proving your alibi, sticking by my side, never far.
But then I found the truth, the day you talked with them.
I came to see you, to see if you were alright, and then I heard it.
They talked of that secret, your true identity.
The fact that you should keep it away, keep me and the rest for safety.
I heard it all, every single word.
Somehow I was able to escape unnoticed by you.
You who knows the true me.
We who grew up together know so much.
We who experienced tragedy and grief, joy and fun.
Every experience we had, a special meaning in itself.
Even hearing all that was said that dark night, I still feel the pain.
We have seen each other day in and out, yet you never paid attention.
You never saw I knew.
You who knew how to cheer me up when I was down.
You who I could feel at ease with times of trouble.
You who did so much good and never hid from me… until I found out.
How do I approach you now?
How can I say that I've known?
Will my life be really in danger?
Will all our lives be in danger?
Will those men in black find out the truth?
Will you be taken and destroyed by them?
How have you done it for so long?
Keeping a secret from me, and now me from you.
Will we both ever be relieved of this?
When will the day come when it is all over?
I have forgiven you, yet I cannot bare the pain of keeping the truth.
When will it be over, the great day the war will end?
Tell me, tell me, when will you be truly you again?
No more secrets, no more lies, no more hiding?
Tell me your story when this is all over?
I want to know from the beginning.
I want to know, why you took up that identity more.
I want to know your true intentions.
I have forgiven you, but this pain is so hard to bare.
For now I will trust and hope you tell me right there, when the war is already over.
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This is interchangeable between Ran and Aoko about Shinichi or Kaito. Works either way since both deal with Men clothed in black. But I guess I'll leave that up to you to decide. Oh and thank you so much for reading! :D