I remember
The smell of sweet cinnamon
A smell I'll never forgetI remember
Your beautiful eyes locking into mine
It was such a beautiful sightI remember
The rain as it pattered on my feet as I waited for you out your window
Your father never agreed but I never caredI remember
Your soft elegant voice that lit up the room like a warm camp fire in the winter
Your voice alway soothed my soul like milk and honeyI remember
Apple pie was always your favorite
your eyes sparkling with delight each time I brung it too youI remember
Your soft pleasant hands
While mine remained scratchy and roughI remember
The blood that splattered
as I held my bloodied knifeI remember
Your kind face that melted with fear when you found out
Although I never meant to hurt you...I remember
your warming smile as you peered in the garden
My heart burned as I stared in the eyes filled with nothing but a light of hopeI remember...
It was all my fault
I soon realized that as the cinnamon smell grew faint the light from your beautiful eyes gone the same honey voice I used to hear now brung my soul despair your hands bloodied and scaredI now remember...
I never thought that day was going to be our last
but it was to late to process that,as your limp body sat in my arms it was too late too say goodbye it was too late to even get to tell you thatI Love you
-Yin
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The garden of lost memories(Shin Soukoku)
FanfictionAu: reincarnation Shin Soukoku Both the Bosses of Akutagawa,Chuuya,Dazai and Atsushi decided that to be able to work together better they will be forced out into a temporary mansion out of Yokohama to get closer but doing so results in memories tha...