A/N: It may help to Google 'Aokigahara' if you are unfamiliar with the place. It may help with understanding this short story.
The empty chair mocked me from the corner of the room, reminding me of who once slept so peacefully upon it. I glared at the chair before hastily turning my back to it, trying to focus on the television. A familiar theme tune blasted through the speakers, causing rage to fill within me. I angrily turned the television off, slamming the remote down. How DARE it play her favorite show. Glancing at the clock, I decided to go to bed, and began to make my way towards the bedroom. As I did so, I stopped in the hallway full of her photos. I gazed at my particular favorite, stroking it lightly with my index finger. I'd do anything to have her back.
Weeks passed and I soon found myself trapped in a world of depression and alcohol. I hated myself for letting her storm out of the house that night. I hated myself for saying the things I did. I hated myself for not treating her how she deserved. I drank until I was numb of any emotion, blocking my thoughts out and replacing them with drunken prattle. Soon enough, the thoughts returned. I desperately ran to the kitchen, only to find a mountain of empty bottles and cans. My mind flooded with memories of that night, despite my best attempts to block them out. Suddenly, I saw her pale, tear-stained face. My last image of her.
Determined to rid myself of these torturous images, I left the house in a hurry, desperate to find her. I planned out the apology in my head, hoping she hadn't found someone new. Hoping she'd take me back. I walked for what seemed like hours, letting my feet lead the way, completely unaware of where I was going. Soon, I was met with a sea of trees in which I felt a strong urge to venture into and so I quickly found the entrance. A few steps in, I stopped at a forked path. One way continued on the trail while another was roped off with a sign warning visitors they could easily get lost when walking this path. I was strangely drawn to the fenced path and swiftly jumped the rope. I trekked through the tangled trunks and muddy banks, growing tired. Just as I was about to give up hope and turn back, I spotted a familiar figure in the distance. I began to quicken my pace and as I got closer, my excitement grew. It was her. I ran to her, taking her in my arms and apologizing with all I had. I picked her up and vowed to never let her go again. I found my way out of the forest and the two of us returned home. I could be happy once more.
A week later, I woke to a firm knock on my door. As I sat up in bed, I glanced at my love, smiling at her peaceful expression while she slept beside me. I stumbled to the door, still half asleep, only to find two men in uniform. They flashed a badge that meant nothing to me in such a state and insisted that they search the house. Suddenly, I put two and two together, now wide awake. As the men searched the front room, I darted to the kitchen and grabbed a meat cleaver. I heard the stairs creaking loudly and my pulse began to quicken, fearing for her. I crept up behind the men, listening to their mumbles. They soon made their way to the bedroom, our bedroom. A gasp erupted from behind the door, forcing me to take action. I sank my cleaver into the first man's skull with power I didn't know I had. The second man began to scream, but by then I had dislodged my weapon and quickly silenced him with a blow to the neck.
I stared at her, still resting peacefully in the bed. I laid my hand on her stone cold forehead. I'd do anything to have her back.
