"Remember that you must die."
Ayumu Yamaguchi, a graduating high school student suddenly went missing a month before the graduation day. Nathaniel Sorbian, her friend and the person whom she confessed to before Ayumu went missing, thought that s...
The moment our eyes met, I can tell that I am now finally complete, and so as she. Her eyes flickered, her smile – sweet and innocent-, expressions of her face as if its's breathtaking; and that's how we met our fates in one alley downtown. I, fully clothed with a hard round helmet and camouflage clothes carrying a long gun strapped around my shoulders; and she, in her knee length red skirt and white frilly blouse. We are both running in different directions but both trying to escape danger. The time we reached the threshold of each other's spaces, like a glass, it shattered playing the music of the Danse macabre.
We met, but our fates are not entwined by something like love. It is more of completeness, reason, and responsibility than lust and affection. She needed me in order for her to continue living. I need her for completing myself. We shared a bond that is most likely beyond the radar of life but we are somehow related to death. It's like a game that only starts whenever you met the King.
Though, even though my help is required, I can tell how she's trying to cope up. I can see from her eyes the strength that she owned, the power her heart holds, and the motivation to live and survive up to the next life. But fear is also evident. I know, and I too can feel the fear. It might not show in our expressions but fear is always lurking down deep in the dark side part of the heart where humans mostly throw their irrationality. Nobody can escape from the dark side of the human realms.
And with that, I left my post as a soldier and followed her. I know I have greater responsibility of keeping her safe and win the game. I rather die protecting her that fight over this victor-less war.
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[1940 MAY XX ]
I made a vow towards her saying that I will serve her, and she can use me as a pawn that she can use limitless. But instead, she disregarded the idea and told me to just help her with the game. She is almost a decade older than me and probably wed with someone. She might not admit it but the ring in her finger tells otherwise. I assume that she's rich by just knowing that silver rings and diamonds are things owned by rich people.
The first few days that we spent together are either sleeping or running away, or both. Eating is optional. With the inflation rate increasing, the food is almost minimized to a quarter size, and sometimes smaller, and spending money to it is out of question. We sometimes gather around those people who distributes food rations, and sometimes gives me extra whenever I tell them that I'm a soldier. She will be kept hidden until I arrive with food that I gather that is usually composed of a cold pair of stale bread, two un-skinned sweet potatoes, and a cup of clean water. This will be the food for the whole day if we're lucky. Sometimes we eat once in three days, just stuffing our hungry stomachs with wild root crops and berries from craters in the market.
