WARNINGS: angst (like always)
AU where Giyuu dies instead of Sabito...
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Enjoy.
Sabito's Point of View:
It's been so long... since I've seen his face. It.. it hurts. I miss him. I wish he hadn't... I wish he hadn't died.
I felt my eyes flutter open, burning at the bright light above me. Tears fell delicately down my face, landing of the green grass below me. Dew drops on the moss grew heavy with the extra weight, and they plummeted to the moist soil underneath the forestry.
The feeling of softness below me and on me made me groan and turn to my side. My eyes widened as I heard the thump of something heavy fall to the ground in front of me. I saw the piercing cold eyes that once saw me with a loving gaze, now looking into me, seeing nothing.
My heart pounded in my chest. The white hot shock and panic filled my lungs, and my breath became hitched in my throat. I clutched my chest and winced at the pain.
I felt my face scrunch up as I began crying, quietly weeping as I watched my only friend's dead face, unmoving. His eyes that were once filled with light now stared dully at the nothingness that was death, his body limp in the grass. I moved my hand to his face. He didn't flinch. He didn't blink. He stayed put, and I had to convince myself that 'corpses tend to be stubborn that way'. I just couldn't let myself let go of him.
My breaths were shaky as I struggled to lift myself off of the soft and warm ground, back into the cold and harsh world. I sat myself upright, still disbelieving in the fact that Giyuu was gone.
My arms moved to his body, my hands grabbing his shoulders. Oh why do we all shake someone when we think they're dead? Why is it an instinct? He remained limp, his head rolling to his chest. I shook him violently, and it was almost as if he had turned into a doll. Nothing about him changed but his position, which was now sprawled in my arms.
I clutched at his bloody haori, wishing and wishing that help would arrive soon. But from whom? I held onto him, closing my eyes firmly in concentration.
I could not remember anything.
My memories seemed to vanish, just out of reach. The only thing I could grasp was that I loved this boy named Giyuu. The boy who had died saving me.
But from what? Why was I in danger?
Why did he have to leave?
Why?
Why him instead of me?
I wish...
I wish Giyuu could've survived. I wish he could've gone and completed many many missions, getting stronger by the day. I wish he could become a pillar, a hashira, and help protect people from horrible things. I wish... I wish..
I wish I could've told him how much I loved him.
Sorry that it's so short I'm gonna update again either today or tomorrow.
