She's not for me, is she?

Sh̴e̵'́s forever mine

Yuri's P.O.V.

In the dead silence of that cold night, nothing can be hear inside this dark room but my heartbeats going faster and faster with every second that passed.
Natsuki isn't there, next to me, where I last remembered having her.

I can still feel her petite and warm body in my arms. Even though it has probably been hours, the absence of dreams tonight make it feel like it was nothing but the blink of an eye or that moment where you doze off and don't listen one dialogue of the movie you're watching.

My breathing starts to become harder, my body begins trembling, my eyes are burning and the words seem to refuse coming out of my mouth. Yet, I finally move.

I remove the blankets violently first, she isn't there.
I stand up and look around in the darkness, she isn't there.
I leave my room and hurry to the bathroom, no lights, she isn't there.
I hurry downstairs, turn on the lights, she isn't there.
I go back upstairs, check my absent parents room and the guest room, she isn't there.

I want to scream her name but I can't for some reason. I drop to my knees, tears are streaming down my eyes, pure desperation is what I feel.

Has Natsuki finally got tired of me and left me? My mind screams yes.

Did that girl named Ryuko have anything to do with her after all? A sense of deja vu invades me.

Was Natsuki even here in the first place? The more desperation piles up inside of me, the more I question my own sanity.

Amidst my desperation however, a dim light of hope appears all of sudden. My mind keeps playing over and over again those recent images of every corner of my house I visited in less than 5 minutes looking for my girlfriend and thank the heavens for the wonders of the subconscious that registered something out of place.

I immediately stood back up and run to my parents room again.
There it is. The large sliding window that leads to a small balcony, now slightly open as a dim moonlight beam peeks through it and creates a small white line on the wooden floor.

I hurry and slide it all the way to the left, leaving enough space for even three people to cross through it at the same time. Outside I can see the quiet neighborhood asleep, my back garden below, no lights in any of the nearby house either, only the one the moon and the light poles of the street provide, but she isn't here either.

Yet, something, I can feel like... some sort of sixth sense, a sort of a strong connection that continues to fuel me up and makes me turn around. A ladder leads to the roof, the last place to check. I climb, feeling the cold metal on my bare feet while the late autumn breeze sends chills through my body.

"Natsuki!", at last, I'm able to speak. My tears become of joy, a wide smile appears on my face, me body moves by itself.
There she is, a short pink haired girl wearing an oversized black sweater and those pink shorts that show her slender yet nice legs. She stands all the way across the roof, her back turned, her attention seems to be on something in front of my house.

I run towards her, Natsuki starts to turn around and those magenta eyes I see make me stop dead in my tracks.

Sorrow, relief, pain, joy, sadness, happiness, yearning... So many words come to my mind and none seems to be the correct one for what Natsuki's eyes are trying to show but at the same time, all are.

"N-Natsu...Natsuki!", I'm about to question her and my own sense of reality but then Natsuki's eyes go off, like a robot that ran out of power, they simply lose their shine for a bit and her body seems to crumble soon.
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