I will always love you // Ayamiya

Chapter 8

Yoimiya POV:

I opened my eyes. I could see the bright white walls, of what could only be a hospital, and the light seeping in through my window. I was still alive, and this somehow made me feel even worse. It felt worse than I could have ever imagined. I put everyone through all of that, I hurt them. I would have to talk to them again, after all this. I would have to explain. I would also have to explain it to her.

Ayaka... I told her how I felt, we can probably never be friends like we used to be, now. It would all be so different, so awkward. I would never be able to go to her house, never be able to see that adorable smile she made when I joked around, never be able to do anything with her. I would live my whole life missing her.

I could feel a damp portion of my bed, beside my body. I slightly lifted my head to see Ayaka, which was kind of a coincidence considering I was just thinking about her. She was asleep, surrounded by her own tears. Did she feel... guilty? Perhaps when she heard my words, she blamed herself. Maybe that's why she was so upset, maybe that's why she cried. 

She wouldn't cry over me.

I looked at her, and somehow, even in her current state, she always looked elegant. Her icy blue eyes began to open, she was waking up. She looked up at me and tears formed in her eyes, but they were different. They were... happy, somehow. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and she rested her head on my shoulder. 

"Miya, Im so glad you are awake." She said in a quiet voice, "Don't ever worry me like that again," 

"Ayaka, listen I-" 

"There is no need to apologize," she said, looking up at my face. We were so close, our faces were almost touching. Her eyes seemed more blue, and more beautiful up close. I looked at her pale, beautiful, perfect face. It looked like a doll's face, carved to perfection, every detail without any flaws. I know she doesn't want me to apologize for what I did, but I at least have to apologize for what I said. The feelings I shared with her. 

"Ayaka, I-" before I could finish talking, I was cut off. My eyes widened, and I could feel my loud heartbeats moving faster and faster, as I felt a warm pair of soft lips brush up against mine. Ayaka had kissed me!?! The kiss was delicate, but emotional. It felt as though everything we felt towards each other was conveyed by one singular, small kiss. As she pulled away, I felt... odd. I felt like that feeling I always wanted to have, the feeling Ayaka showed me, the feeling I had promised to make her feel. I realized that it wasn't happiness, like I had thought, it was love. I could feel one lonely tear escape from my eye. 

"Y-Yoimiya? I-I'm sorry, I didn't think you would react like that, I thought since you said, you know," Ayaka apologized. Instead of trying to explain everything to her, the promise I made to myself, my realization, and everything else, I just pulled her in closer, and kissed her back. I could still feel hot tears rolling down my face one by one, tears of joy. 

"I love you, Miya, I have loved you since forever," I heard her say. We heard muffled squeals from outside the door. We both knew that it was Ayato and Thoma, they had been watching us this entire time. "You know boys, if you wanted front row tickets then you could've come inside~" I Ayaka joked. We then heard them scrambling down the hallway, I thought I heard a "shit, we've been noticed," as they ran away. Ayaka and I both giggled a bit. 

After it was over, I couldn't help but feel even more guilty. The boys reminded me of everything I had done. She had really loved me all this time. She had really cared about me, how could she love me now, I don't deserve her love. I needed to know. "Ayaka, how could you still love me? After everything I put you through?"

"Yoimiya, I have loved you practically since I met you. It doesn't matter what you do, I wouldn't care if you tried to push me off a cliff, I wouldn't care if you blew up Tenshukaku, I literally don't care, because no matter what happens, I will always find a way to love you," she said. "No matter what you've done, no matter how I react. I will love you. Always."

"Always?" I asked.

"Always"