What lies deep within someone's heart? Is it something for others to know? Or is it for oneself only? I never knew the answer to that. But today I wanted to know the truth, know what lies deep inside someone's heart, and what it means to follow one's own heart, when I saw her face, shun of any emotions, standing as if was devoid of even the least of life itself, yet sparkling beautifully under the moonlight.
But even in that emotionless face, I felt a glare of hatred and anguish, whether, towards me or life, I didn't know at that moment.
After I came home from school today, exhausted from the everyday lectures, I could feel my soul calling for a hug in stoic hope. The weekly jump magazine was just out, so my mind was more concerned with the latest chapter of the manga I was reading than anything else.
I spent my afternoon like that, idly reading the magazine or doing other things up until evening, after which the sunset blossoms red and gold, and I usually come to my room to study or complete the home-works the teachers had given. While I was going through the books in my bag, I found a small note rugged between a book quite heftily. It was barely fitting in-between the pages of the book, wrinkled as a result.
"A love letter?" I thought as I pulled the note out from there. The page was rutted, and from the outlook, it didn't seem the writer had taken much care during its composition. Quite the devastation to look at, only if it was a love letter. I looked for the name of the person who sent it, which, to my surprise, was from one of my classmates, Mizuki Yuki.
"Dear Aki,
This will be the last you will hear from me. Before leaving, I wanted to say something to you, so I left this note behind for you to read.
When the first time we met, you stirred something deep inside my heart. You couldn't understand it, but to me the pain was too hard to live along with. There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We'd be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right, and I would think, 'It will be okay if it can just be like this forever.' But of course, nothing can ever stay just how it is forever. It's crazy, isn't it, when you want to live as you like, but your heart says otherwise. I just don't know what to do any more, it feels like the inside of me has become hollow. Can you tell me if there is something left in my heart, something I can cling onto, or is it too deep for anyone to dive into?
That said, if you are reading this, don't come looking for me. This is a goodbye, for the both of us. I will end it all, from where it all started. Thank you for everything.
Mizuki Yuki"
It took me a while, as my mind went blank after reading the lines in succession. "Yuki..." I read the name correctly. After all, that's one name I can never get wrong. But at the same time, my entire existence was fighting against myself to accept that.
"What is this?"
My eyes weren't wrong to see it, though I wish they were. It was a note left behind by Yuki. She had left it behind, only for me to read. Only me.
But why had I read the note in the first place? Only if I didn't pull it out , only if I hadn't pulled the books out from my bag in the first place.
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