Dying From Miasma(One Shot)

       I was not of this world, till a man decided to use me as a bait...

       A windy day it was when I had my first encounter with you. The moment you looked at me, I knew you would save me from this deranged man...

"Help me kill him."

       But you refused me and left. I wouldn't be so surprised after all we're just strangers. As you're story unfolds, I began falling for you. Your mysterious side gets me, at the same time, I know you care too... I wish you care too.

       This was not your battle and was just caught, because of your brother. To be honest, I just wanted to be free like the wind...

***

"Why did you betray him?"

"Wont he kill you?"

"Please just come with us."

"We'll be able to protect you."

"We'll defeat him together, and earn your freedom."

Those we're the words your brother's friends spoke when I betrayed that man. But I can never be with them, for he holds my heart. The only thing I could do is to hope he never finds out what I did.

***

"You're beautiful."

This little brat, who tagged along with you said, and this ugly demon, tirelesly following you whimpers in my pressence. As always you are quite, calm, and always sure of what you are doing... Thank you for keeping me company today.

***

       Today was lovely, even though everything is in for favor to this brat and not for me. The wind is cold and free, with the sent of blossoming white flowers.

       If everything was not like this... wait if everything was not like this, I would have never met you and this day would've not hapened. I'm glad to be with you even for just a day, I even saw you smile... at me. With no words said, I left for he calls for me... that cruel man.

***

"I'm giving you, what you trully desire."

"Is that my... heart?"

The moment I got my freedom was the begining of it's end...

***

       The moment I couldn't go any further, I found myself bleeding to death. My freedom if short and painful. But it's starting to fade, the feeling of pain, my death is near....

       The wind is cold and free, with the sent of blossoming white flowers. I'm in a meadow of beautiful withe flowers... some stained by my blood...

       I noticed you infront of me, I'm glad and sad all at the same time...

"I picked up the sent of blood and miasma."

"I see, you thought I was him?"

"I knew it was you."

      I'm happy to have spent a day with you and see you one last time. Now I'm the free wind.