Why you? (A Rusame story) (on hold)

Ame's birthday pt. 2

Ame's POV

I sat there, on the edge of my favorite cliff. I come here when I need time alone or when I'm sad, and now it'll be the place where I die.

I look at the sun setting at the horizon of the ocean, it's so beautiful. I'm going to miss this view, yes I am going to miss it very much.

I take a deep breath

I look at the bottom of the cliff, the waves clashing against the sharp rocks

I'm sorry, Russia....

I stand up

Close my eyes

Take a deep breath

Than I lean forward and let myself fall

But than, I feel something right before I fall

4 hours earlier that same day

"Come on, we're going to miss it!" Japan yells while dragging me. "Nooooooooo, I don't even know what this movie is. So, why would I want to see this?" I ask. "Cause, you'll like it trust me," she replies.

She's taking me to see "Godzilla," I haven't seen anything about it and I'm being forced to see it. (I love Godzilla, the Japanese films are amazing, the newer ones here in America are not as good but they look stunning. I just wish there was more titan fights and less human story)

We get into the theater and watch Godzilla. Japan was right, I liked it. Russia took me out to eat and we had a lot of fun, but at the end of the day.......

Something felt wrong, something was missing.

Something

Needed to go

I ask Ruski to drive me to one of my favorite places and that I'll take a bus back or Uber. He drives me to the place, the car is quiet the whole way there.

Ruski drops me off and goes home, I walk up the hill. The beach looks so calm today, it's a beautiful sight.

What a sight, even a dead man would want to relive his moments to come here.

I sit down on the edge of a cliff, this spot has the most beautiful view of the ocean. The sun is going down.

I look at the sun setting at the horizon of the ocean, it's so beautiful. All the colors of the setting sky, it's beautiful. I'm going to miss this view, I am going to miss it very much.

I take a deep breath

I look at the bottom of the cliff, the waves clashing against the sharp rocks

I'm sorry, Russia....

I stand up

Close my eyes

Take a deep breath

Than I lean forward and let myself fall

But than, I feel something. A sudden stop in motion, I look up.

Russia is on the cliff, holding onto my wrist. He's.......crying. He pulls me up and hugs me tightly, he cries into my shoulder.

"Why? Why are you trying to leave me alone?"