Shinobu

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"The cadence of suffering has begun-
I am in pieces"
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"Tomioka san?"
"Isn't the moon beautiful tonight?"

My eyes welled up with tears as the memories came flooding back into my mind. Despite the pain my now wounded body, I tried to smile in the last moments of my life. A faint music played somewhere faraway, it was a sweet melody.

The teeth of the demon sunk deeper into my flesh, breaking my last rib. A sputter of blood escaped my mouth, adding up to the pool of blood underneath me.

I could see the sunset ahead of me. It was a beautiful mix of orange and pink with a tint of yellow. Just how I always liked it. Beneath that, the waves of the sea were perfectly still. Not a single movement. Almost crystal clear, reflecting the sky in the most fascinating way.

My vision blurred again as the pain shot through my body. It was getting unbearable. I wanted to die sooner. But then again I wanted more time so I could be in love for a little while longer. Love, something older than the horrors of the world...more ancient than the sea before me...

Why didn't I tell him? It was foolish of me not to. Burning regret washed over me as I remembered every time I fell in love with him.

I loved him when he stood alone from everyone else.
I loved him when he looked so ethereal under the afternoon sun.
I loved when he almost smiled.
I loved him when he talked about his past despite that dry attitude of his.
I loved him when he made that deadpan face.
I loved him when he looked so done with everything.
I loved him....when he told me that the moon indeed looked beautiful that night.
I think that's where I felt for him the hardest. The rare moments when he expressed emotions...even if it was unmistaken frustration. He looked adorable with those eyebrows pulled together in a frown, the half a pout.

I giggled like a schoolgirl, more blood left my mouth as did so. My head was getting dizzy. The sky, now a beautiful shade of purpol.

What else? He is so perfect. It's perfect how those raven hair fall into that emerald eyes. It's perfect how imperfect that mismatched haori looks on him. It's perfect how he can keep that deadpan face on him, all the time.
Its perfect how full of flaws our story is.

A shaky breath left my mouth as I looked at the moon one last time.
You were right tomioka-san. The moon indeed looked beautiful that night.

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