Ayame stood amidst the silent forest.
Quietly undoing the barrier that separated her from the beasts of the forest, she looked at the blood on her katana. Wiping it off with a spare cloth, she burned the cloth as she stared at the purple flames.
Jiro rushed to her side, the magic binding him coming undone by her hand.
"What... Happened?" he asked cautiously, golden eyes filled with confusion as he stared into Ayame's still crimson orbs.
Ayame turned away, silent as she stared into the distance.
For a while they stood there, the winds whispering quietly as if to urge them.
"If the person you have trusted the most drives a dagger through your back like it was nothing, how would you feel?"
Jiro stared at her.
"I'd feel betrayed." he answered after a split second. "Angry, hateful, vengeful."
"And confused." added Ayame, looking up at the moon.
"'Why did she kill me?' You find yourself questioning everything. You find yourself trusting no one; even yourself. You cannot find yourself in the storm and it haunts you."
Jiro continued to gaze at the somber Ayame, as her eyes slowly reverted to its vibrant violet.
"And yet when she tells you she never meant for you to die, you want to believe her."
"Do you?" asked Jiro abruptly.
Ayame turned to face him in surprise.
"I don't know." whispered Ayame, her gaze connecting with his as she desperately tried to convey to him how she felt. "Jiro I still don't know."
Ayame stared at Jiro, blank as can be, but then her voice cracked, and she fell to her knees, sobbing like she had never sobbed before. Jiro's eyes widened. How could the fearless Ayame break down like that?
He rushed to her side and did the only thing he could really do; comfort her. He engulfed her in his large embrace as she sobbed her heart out.
She cried in sadness, pearly tears running down her pale face as countless memories flashed through her mind; each of them containing blood and yet there was a peaceful aura, along with a red-haired girl.
Jiro tried to hush her as his heart broke in a million pieces as he heard her entire being break in front of him. She buried her head in his embrace as she cried and sobbed, losing her mind completely.
Jiro pushed her hair away from her face, staring at the whimpering Ayame as her eyes were a somber violet, shining with a million unshed tears.
This was unfair.
Jiro kissed the edge of her eyes, trying to kiss away her tears. Ayame, basking too much in her heartbreak, did not realize this. He pressed his lips firmly against her forehead, trying to remind her that he was still here, trying to tell him that no matter how many times she broke down he would be there to help her get on her own two feet again.
She killed me.
As Ayame cried with no restraint, Jiro could barely breathe, seeing her pale face showing an expression of grief and suffering. He continued to kiss the edges of her eyes, brushing away her tears and muttering words that he hoped made some sense to her.
And yet I want to believe her?
When I cannot even believe myself?
Why?
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The Anima of a Reincarnated Villainess (DISCONTINUED)
Fantasy"You say you cannot love," she told her once, gazing into her eyes as an equal. "And so I will love for you. I will love you enough for the both of us." A cursed child arose from the corpses of her parents. She was nothing but a doll with a sword, a...
