twenty five.

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Makoto opens his eyes.
It's hard, because he's
too weak, but he still
manages to do it.

His eyes don't shine as
deep as the forest
anymore, no.

They're just a dull green.

And he finds Kyoko,
in a corner of the room,
carrying dead flowers
on her gloved hands.

And says;
"Will you finally explain to me why do you
carry dead flowers in your hands?"

"It means that,
even the most beautiful flower gets dry,
even the most precious rose can perish."

How could she explain that emotion?
That hurricane of feelings that runs through her very vein, helplessly, as she watches her
beloved exhale his life?

Rage, overwhelming sadness, confusion, despair... But she has to choose only one feeling to take over her right now.

Because she can't express it all.
The heart is monochromatic.

And she decides to feel overwhelmed by love.
And after that she will have time to succumb to the void, to the absolute silence.

She feels the impulse to give him his guitar,
so they can make music together again, on last time. But the instrument is not there anymore.

And the brunet looks at her,
treasuring every single one
of her features inside his mind,
and says;

"If I go to Heaven, I'll
tell them that you've
escaped."

And Kyoko laughs in utter melancholy,
stroking his auburn locks lovingly.

"If you go to Heaven, try not to step on
every flower you can spot."

"Are there flowers in Heaven?"

She did laugh again.
"There are flowers
in any place you are,
have you not noticed?"

It's impossible to know what will be his last word.

"I adore you."

And now it's useless
to stop her tears.

"I adore you, too
I was supposed to
be the one passing by,
not you.
You were supposed
to never leave
this field."

"I guess we switched roles.
Kyoko, you have to go to the
centre of the city and find a
place in which you can live
properly. Promise me you will."

The lavender-haired girl
shook her head softly.

"Kyoko..."

"This is my field,
and therefore
I'm not leaving."

And Makoto felt like screaming.
He felt like ripping the petals off
26 different flowers.
He couldn't leave that world if
his beloved Princess was going
to have nobody to protect her.

And he gathered

all his strength

and all his energy,

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