Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
^ Added Music ^
The days passed slower than ever before... time seemed to stand still, like the day it all began for us. For me, the story ended when we got married. What was the point of it all?
I stood before her grave without flowers. I didn't even have the right to visit her. I kept staring at the engraving over and over, "Kanna..." I had forbidden the Mori name.
That damned year broke me. On the day it happened... I swallowed hard... everything changed for me.
It was like opening a completely new book with blank pages. My thoughts have been blank since that day, and I barely take care of myself.
Slowly, raindrops began to fall on me. I continued to stare blankly at her grave. I often talked to myself, to the point where I sometimes had sleep paralysis of her. Every night, she came to my bed and tormented me. I couldn't move, and she wore a new, beautiful dress each time. Her gentle lips touched me, her delicate hands stroked my body, and then she vanished.
She tortured me and kept torturing me, even after her death.
My hands clenched into fists so tightly that they hurt and bled. Tears welled up. If I thought she would leave me in peace in the mornings, I was wrong. My lips trembled, and I fell to my knees, my forehead against the ground, pounding it as I wept bitterly. In the mornings, I hallucinated. When I was alone, I heard her voice from all directions.
I turned around repeatedly, but there was nothing... she played with me. Sometimes she appeared and played hide and seek with me.
I laughed hollowly, "Isn't that right, Kanna? You love these games, don't you?"
I was going mad.
I sat up, the mud staining my clothes, my hair sticking to my face. Four months ago, I quit my job as a teacher because I could hardly focus enough to teach the students. Everyone was shocked by the news. I stood there like a lonely bastard.
I kept murmuring like a broken record in my head, "I'm sorry, Kanna... I'm sorry, Kanna... I'm sorry."
I gritted my teeth as rainwater mixed with my tears and rolled down my face mercilessly. I stood up shakily. My legs had no strength. I pulled out a small bottle of gin from my suit pocket. I opened the cap and gulped it down. The foul smell filled my nose, and I wanted to vomit every time.
Now I understand why Shoko drinks despite hating alcohol...
I laughed softly until it echoed around me. The ravens flew away. I didn't even drink at my own wedding. I threw the small bottle on the ground, and the glass shattered into a thousand pieces. When it happened, I went to a bar and drank my soul away.
I ran a hand through my hair, tugging and whimpering, "I've lost her... lost her... AHHH."
I left the graveyard and had to lean against the wall to stand. My hand unconsciously touched my scruffy beard, which I hadn't shaved in weeks. I didn't even go home often, sleeping wherever I ended up.
