I was all coming back to me now. The pain I felt as I watched her walk away.
It was on a cold winter night. Snow was falling heavily from the sky, landing in heaps on the ground. There was no one else outside. It was just me and her.
"I... can't stay with you, Wakiya." Shiroko had whispered into the night. "I know I promised I would never leave you, but I just don't have a choice in this."
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was stood in a silent scream.
She looked down at the white ground, then back up at me. "It just.. it just all became to much for me. I'm sorry, Wakiya. I hope that one day you will be able to forgive me." She turned away, covering her face so I couldn't see her tears.
Suddenly I found my voice and let out an ear-peircing scream that ran through the wind. I screamed until I had no breath left.
That's when she walked away. Head down, she passed through the trees and out of sight.
That's when my tears finally fell. All of the sorrow that had been building up inside of me had become too much. I had snapped.
I must've stood there for hours, just crying. When I eventually stopped, I could see the sun creeping upwards over the horizon. Suddenly I was aware of how cold I was and shivered, wrapping my arms around myself.
I knew I couldn't stay here or I'd freeze. Which at the time didn't sound too bad, but I had heard it was a slow and painful death, so I took the other option.
I slowly stood up and began walking back to my deserted house. Its emptyness made me think of myself. I had no one now. I was an empty shell.
I flipped onto my cold bed and cried some more. At some point I must've fallen asleep, because when I woke up the sun was high in the sky. I stretched and sat up, staring out of the window.
It's a new day, I thought. I could just move on.
Throughout the day I desperately tried to forget about Shiroko, and everyone else. I focused on myself. I became distant and silent.
I became empty.
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