Unbearable Touch (Noragami) Yato x OC

Chapter 3: The One That I Can't Protect

I always wonder... 

If time's still ticking, why won't it listen to us?  Why did it give us the benefit of the doubt?

We all wanted time to freeze for just one second, one minute, for us to recap on what just happened. 

Every fall, every crawl that slipped right throughout our fingertips have been cast away without giving us a second thought...

Time won't even listen to our reasons; no matter how many times we pleaded, it doesn't give a damn... 

If I want to change the past, will it affect the future?

I don't see what's the harm in all that..

"But why am I still alive...?" The loner girl started mumbling as her own two legs just moved on its own like there were strings attaching to every limb of her body that's maneuvering her body movement. 

Or like vines that made you all tangled up, letting the pain to just swallow you up and ignore the cries of her own little mind, pleading to snap out of her conscience .

"How could you make me be the bad guy?  Is trust really that strong to let your mind be manipulated on what your eyes have witnessed?" Her words..  How she wanted to just hit those directly right at her friend --

That's right... you are no longer here...

Nighttime shivered her lifeless body, unaware on where she's going.

"Is it selfish to bring back a life?" She asked herself as if she's requesting to speak to a god. 

If it was, why won't I grant you a wish?

"Can that be... even possible...?" Her eyes cried out with desperation eating her up.  Only the light of the lamp post guided her. 

That is, if there is a tinsy light inside of her..

"Is there even hope at all?  How did things just toss over without warning...?

So cold...

Would you believe at hope at all if you go and dive deeper into the ocean?

"But what if it's too late to patch things up again?!  Why is it so hard to do the right thing when it just bend over without even trying...?"

Not everything can be fix, my dear.  And not all the pieces are meant to be put back.  Sometimes things are just meant to be broken..  If you want to repair something that gave you so much to remember, would you even bother to pick it up?

....even if the pieces can't be put back together anymore?

Something brought her back to earth as her heart jumped wildly when her foot lost balance, joining along the rest of her parts until she stopped rolling.  She didn't care if anyone stared at her, misinterpreting the situation. 

She just laid there, confused.  So broken...  Terrified on the choice she'll make.  Will it worsen or be better?

Laying on the cold grass was nothing but an innocent and naive girl with a fragile heart as she felt goosebumps accompanying her along with the tears that opened the scars she can never heal again..