I wanted to save him

She hadn't expected anything bad to happen. She had managed to keep him from finding the truth. To keep him safe.

That illusion shattered so fast she couldn't even comprehend it.

The doorbell rang and Aqua excused himself to answer it. Lost in her thoughts she mused about the future, only to be interrupted by a sudden thud and another man's voice, one she didn't recognise. She couldn't make out what he was saying and got up. Something told her she couldn't just wait for Aqua to come back. Once she was within earshot she had suddenly become aware of how loud her footsteps were.

She stopped and heard rapid footsteps, it sounded like someone was running. Why was her body screaming at her? No! It couldn't be!

Turning the corner she saw him on the floor. A sea of red with white roses sprawled all over the floor.

She must have screamed or said something because her mouth was moving and Aqua had turned to look at her.

Blood. Blood. There was so much blood, she had to stop it right now! This wasn't supposed to happen. He was so kind. He couldn't die. He wasn't allowed to.

It seems she had taken her shirt off to cover his wound, her hands were desperately pushing down on the opening in his stomach but it wouldn't close. It wouldn't stop bleeding. Tears poured down her face. They too didn't stop.

She could feel herself scream for him, scream at him. Yet all he did was look at face with his stupid, captivating blue eyes. He looked at her like she was the most precious gem, the most expensive diamond and all she could do was cry harder.

"I'll be fine."

A lie. Why was he always lying? He should know better by now. She called him a liar. Though it came out more as a painful croak than how she'd normally say it. He was just trying to make her feel better. Trying to alleviate her pain, while he was lying on the floor, bleeding and dying. He was kind. So kind that it hurt to see him repeatedly lie to himself trying to convince himself otherwise.

Her hand grabbed his. Squeezed it. As if it would magically keep him alive. She heard her name come out of his mouth and just stared at him, squeezing his hand tighter. Wishing. Despairing. Hoping. Begging that this was nothing but a dream. A nightmare from which she would wake any second. Yes, she would wake up at the table and see his emotionless mask on his face, hiding his worry and asking if he should escort her home. He's kind like that, even if he would never admit it.

"I love you."

It was barely audible, her sobs and cries of anguish drowning everything out, yet she heard it loud and clear. It felt it was the only noise that existed in the world.

Immediately she held him tight, gripping him as if it would somehow prevent his soul from leaving his body and letting her fall into despair again. He saved her. Stopped her from jumping. Used her. Loved her. . .

"I love you."

He said it again. She looked at him. Why did he look so happy? So relieved? Did those words make him happy? They should make her happy, but it was completely overshadowed by her desperate desire to have none of this be real.

And so his life faded from his body and she did not let go. She held onto him. Clinging to him. She felt his body slowly grow cold in her arms. That's how the police found her.

Holding onto the corpse of Hoshino Aquamarine. Refusing to let it go, the police had to drag her away from him. His shell, everything that housed the man she loved.

Now there was only revenge and a black star in her right eye. He would pay. He would beg her for his life, but she would show no mercy. It didn't matter if she got caught. She was already living in hell.

Hikaru Kamiki was a dead man walking.