Lost and Found

Bad memories

Mizuki's POV

"Just let me stay with her a little bit longer". I heard his voice, pleading.
"I'm sorry sir, we were told to ask you to leave".
I looked up into his eyes. I'm so sorry, Tooru.

Tooru's POV

I looked down at her. Our eyes met, and tears immediately came to mine. I squeezed onto her hand much tighter than before. I could care less that I had to leave.
"Tooru..." Her voice sounded extremely weak, and her grip on my hand loosened.
"That no-good-for-nothing low life better not be here!" My eyes averted to the doorway. There stood Mizuki's father.
"Move from my daughter!"
Mizuki's tired eyes stared at him. She sighed.
"Dad. Please don't be like this". She whispered, still looking up at him; her eyes were barely opened.
"That bastard! He's never going to be anything in life anyway!"
Mizuki's dad was pulling me off of her. But, I never let go of her hand.
"Dad! Stop...please". Her eyes watered, and he let go of me.
"Tooru...I'm sorry. Good luck with your music". Her lips pulled into a small smile. I began to shake my head. "No, no, no! Why does it sound like your saying goodbye?" I grasped her hand tighter, while I glanced at her heart monitor. It was slowing down, going in a straight line by the second. She weakly smiled.

"Tooru. I'll always be with you, even when I leave this world". I frantically shook my head.
"NO! You're not leaving!"
"Tooru...I L-".

My eyes widened when hers gently closed, and I heard beeping.

"Mi-Mizuki! Mizuki! MIZUKI! Wake up!" I shook her.
"Mizuki...please...please. I-I love you so much!" Before I knew it, nurses were pulling me off of Mizuki, while his Dad shout at me in the background. He cared more about me being there rather than the fact that his only child just died.
"Mizuki! We were supposed to do so many things together, remember!? Just like we promised. Why are you not waking up!?" My feet were dragging on the ground, and I was frantically kicking. "LET GO OF ME!!" I screamed.
My nose stung, and more tears were coming. "Let me be with her, please", I pleaded. The nurses asked her father. He shook his head, an evil scowl on his face.
"Just get him the hell out of here". He crossed his arms, making his way to Mizuki's body.
"Screw You!" I yelled at Mizuki's father, while the nurses pushed me out of the door slamming it in my face.

I banged on the door, kicked it a few times, tried to jiggle the doorknob, and I screamed with all of my might for someone to let me in.
No one answered.
The only thing I could hear was my own bawling and panting. The only name I cried was hers.
She was gone.

Or was she?

Two weeks later, I found out she was revived, and out of the hospital better than ever. The chances of her having another heart failure were beyond low.
I immediately called her, but the phone was disconnected. I sent letters, but none came back. Finally, after getting fed up, I went to her house. When I arrived there were moving trucks. I questioned one of the men. All he said was that I should leave, and he said that I am already causing enough trouble. I was tempted to beat the crap out of him. But, most of all...I wanted to beat the crap out of Mizuki's father. I walked off, not looking back. I was leaving her. Or maybe she was leaving me?

Even though her father was behind all of this, she could have at least called and told me. Why wouldn't she tell me that she was fine, and not dead like I thought she was? Although I am happy she is alive, all I know now is that I'm never going to see her again... And it fucking hurts.

That's love for you.
But, then again, she never told me, "I love you". Somehow, I just knew she did. Even though I know I have to move on, I don't want to. I love her. And, though the words never slipped from her mouth...I know she does too, right?

I can't give up...