FACADE ( the GazettE Tale )

Chapter Twenty Nine : Captured in Netherworld

What I did was right.

I asked her to never think or wait for me because I would never go back. No matter how it pained me, I didn't want her to wait.

Forgetting me would help her move and carry on with her life. It would hurt, but only for a little while. She could forget about me like a nightmare that stealthily wrecked her peaceful dream. She could. She had to.

I was a jerk - a being that did nothing but to inflict harm on humans. Including her.

I couldn't hurt her physically but I could pain her emotionally, just like what I was doing right now.

More days passed dreadfully.

One night my phone rang and her name displaying on the screen made me smashed the mobile to the ground. I watched it broke into little pieces, like how my stilled heart felt like it was unbelievably tearing apart.

She asked me to explain things to her, why I was doing this. I answered her a grieving silence. Aya said that there must be another way than me going away.

There was fucking none.

This was the only thing that I could do. We could do. Distance.

"Please... explain to me..... Please..." I remembered her sob as she pleaded at the other line.

I couldn't explain, that's why I ran away. I couldn't tell her that I was the one who ended one of her relative's life.

I didn't want her to hate me.

"Ruki!" A rectangular paper was thrown down on my lap and I came back to the now. I took it and confirmed that it was a ticket to a concert.

Matthew sat at the other couch facing me. His blond hair was sticking to all direction, his septum ring was nowhere today. He even looked decent, wearing a checkered polo shirt and denim pants. His fashion usually consisted of sleeveless and rough denim shorts or a very thick jacket over his pajama.

"There's a really really wicked concert that'll happen in about a few hours. You," He pointed his middle finger at me. "- are invited."

I nonchalantly put the paper on the coffee table between us. "I'm busy."

He snorted and started to type on his phone. "Yes, of course you're busy burying yourself on your couch." He said without looking up from his mobile.

My lips pursed in hard thin line. Yes that's what I've been doing for the past few days - thinking things through. Thinking about what ifs.

What if I didn't follow that man? What if I didn't kill him? We could be together until now, could we?

What if I didn't come back to Japan for that anniversary ball? What if I didn't meet her? I would still be okay. I would still be my old self, right?

"Come on! It's an opera concert shit." This time his eyes traveled and looked at me.

Sighing, I lay on the couch and stared at my cream ceiling. "Since when did you have interest in an opera concert?"

This was the first time that he invited me to see one. He would always ask me to go to rock or pop but never an opera.

"Dude! The concert will be at Armadillo. I've never been in there." His eyes traveled back to the paper I put on the table. "And we have free tickets!"

"Just ask someone else."

He groaned at my answer. "We haven't seen each other for years! Come on!" Matthew stood from the couch to walk over me. "Stop sulking!" He grabbed one of my arms up, pulling me from the couch I was glued on.