Regret. Something coarse; thick and coppery in my mouth. Stains red and cries without feeling, chants, liar, liar, liar.

It’s a dream where I’m stumbling in some chartless plain of my mind. Without aim or familiarity I’m calling, where are you?

You’re gone, gone, and my heart is too because I couldn’t save you. I should have known you were lying again (aren’t you always; couldn’t I stop you?).

But I’m awake and your lack of pulse is reality, a dull and constant truth. I don’t care if you lie to me again because I miss you, I do. Tell me you miss me, too. Even if it’s not true, even if nothing is, I want to hear it. One more time. Your smile teasing the flesh of my ear, breath warm and quiet, Soubi.

Come back home…

Flowers look like you- butterflies, too. They’re the ghostlike reminders of your death, the only thing I have left. If I had called… if you hadn’t lied… would you be looking at them, too?

If I had called… I’m sorry, Soubi.

Called to say I loved you, too…

And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known, how to save a life.

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The song at the end is How to Save a Life by the Fray. If you haven’t already guessed, this is in Ritsuka’s point of view. Review, please?