Author's Note: Written originally at school, and the second person view is so cliché it's not even funny. But I hope that you enjoy it nonetheless! Who is the narrator? I'll leave that open for interpretation!

Reverse

You stare at the grave with no expression on your face, but I know you are crying for him behind your world-weary eyes. The wind is silent alongside us, respecting the minute of mourning. He would’ve laughed at your solemnity, but there is nothing of him now among the ashes. As you pay your respects with a somber gaze, I cannot help but wonder if you hate him.

He’s coming, he says surely, a small smile on harsh lips. And he sounds so confident you almost believe he’s infallible. But you know better; perhaps he wants to rest longer than yesterday, and for some reason you are afraid. He’ll kill you, you say nonchalantly, but your heart is bleeding. I know, he smiles, and you can feel yourself breaking.

Between soldiers there is nothing but camaraderie, he insists to you moments after you’ve separated. Nothing more. Naturally you are rebellious, and you furiously contain your hurt words as you turn to leave. Don’t be a child, he scolds, you are no longer such. Am I not, you wonder, but say nothing as you walk away.

ADAM, he raises an eyebrow, that was you? Smirking you tilt your head forward and your guns spin about you as they are prone to do when you’re satisfied, earning a chuckle from the other. Should’ve known, he murmurs, and you merely smile pleasantly. Should’ve, you agree, but don’t you now?

All at once he’s mocking you and making you taste the bitter defeat of blood on dirt, but your eyes are wide with admiration and wonder, and you know you’ve fallen the instant he walks over to you. Pretty good, you echo his words, and darkness comes with his face close to yours, his name on your lips. Pretty good.

Owari

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