Times have passed, everyone has changed, for the better and worse and as I stood there over looking the sunset, remembering the people who will miss me, I know I can't live like this anymore.
My life feels empty, with no hope of ever being full again. I've tried for 3 years to learn to live with the pain but I can't, not anymore. With out meaning life is nothing and I fail to realise why I have lasted this long. without him I can't breath, I can't sleep without remembering him, without remembering that rat is now only a memory and always will be. And I can't live with that fact.
I want to be able to talk to him again, to see him laugh, cry, to hear him moan about me through a smile. I miss his sweet acts of kindness hidden behind his barrier.
As i think my body is pulling me further and further towards the swirling pools of emptiness, my heart withers and thumps trying to find a way out, but my mind is calm, lost in the clouds of thought.
Until I feel my feet scratch on rocks and catch on the cliff side. My mind comes to its senses and tries to save me forcing my irresponsive limbs to scramble for balance. I crash against the safety of the solid ground, exhausted from the adrenalin rush and I felt myself slip out of consciousness.
I hear a gentle voice call my name, but I can't open my eyes, I'm too tired. I feel warm arms wrap themselves around me holding me close, droplets of water start to fall on my face as the voice sings. I relaxed into the arms and listened to the velvety voice soothe me.
I don't know how much time went by, but the singing never stopped, it continued until the voice went hoarse, and I slowly opened my eyes.
I opened them to see the tear stained face of rat, staring at me with caring eyes. 'Lets go home, Shion' was all he said before lifting me up in his arms and carrying me back to our home together.
I floated in and out of consciousness for what I could only guess as days, I felt safe and sound for the first time in 3 years. I remember doctors fussing around me my mother crying, but rat never let go of my hand for longer than a few minutes.
RAT'S POV
I hate looking at him like this, weak and helpless. He was always optimistic and strong willed not like this at all.
'I shouldn't have left you...' Tears start to sting my eyes, 'I should've looked after you.' At this point I was breaking down unable to stay any way composed.
I feel a soft squeeze on my hand as if to say it was okay, that it wasn't my fault.
'Shion, please talk to me, i miss you, you are my bestfriend, I need you...'
'Don't you go soppy on me now rat.' I looked down to see a small smile on his tear stained, pale face.
