Speaking Matters

A/N: Inspired by Big Things, a Prince of Tennis fanfic. It's a great, great family themed fic. I looove it.

Written in twenty minutes. Expect NOTHING award-winning.

I own nothing but my ragged red heart pillow and my MP3. (the cot is owned by the "hospital" and stuff)

Speaking Matters

"I'm glad you're here and I am too…because I know this time is too rare that it happens everytime the crows turn white…"

"It's been a long time, yeah. You're just a simple girl, unfazed, innocent and pure in every sense of the word."

"It's so funny, that you managed to poke in my stupid life. My useless life. I didn't even know how and when."

"It just so happened, that one day I realized you are already my best friend."

"And so this."

"And a golden voice. It's so like my mother's too. Why, I could manage to sleep standing hearing your songs."

"Nothing really special. There are many girls better than you, either physically or…well, maybe in other matters. Earthly assets."

"And you know what I liked in you? You seem to just be with me…no wistful thinking, no deep decisions. You just stay with me. You don't even look at me and swoon."

"You're lighthearted and to a point, uncomplicated. Not brainless, but simply uncomplicated.

"I loved being with you."

"But I hate you now."

"I know I'm blabbering. And me being caught saying these stuff is like a man caught in outer space without a spacesuit. It's so…so...uncommon."

"But this…this."

"That face you wear, a picture of peace and tranquility. That face depicting lifelessness in every sense of it…your hair all fanned out…"

"…your slumped body lying on this white cot…"

"…I hate you."

"I hate you for doing this."

"How could you…"

"…ever think…"

"…or say…"

"You chose to end everything this way."

"And it pains me more than I thought it would."

"…why you?"

"Why me…?"

"Why…us?"

"That long slit on your wrist…"

"…I can't take looking at it…"

"…and knowing it's all because of me."

"I thought this would last forever…"

"…I thought…"

"…you…"

"Will always…"

"…be there."

"That you'll stay forever."

"You promised…"

"…never to leave me."

"It's an irony…"

"Just a few months ago…I never held you but you are here."

"…and now that I am gripping so hard…"

"…still you're slowly slipping away…"

"I just wanted to tell you one thing you wanted to hear so much…"

"…but I refused to grant you…"

"…I…"

"…I…"

"…I…"

/"VISIT TIME IS OVER!"/

Silence.

"I don't know why now…the first time I opened up. And maybe the last."

He walked away, turned the knob. Then, he stole a glance.

"…hope you ever wake up for me…soon. And I'd tell you face to face that I…"

END

A/N: The truth: it's the end. Just in case you don't know who's speaking, that's Tokiya. Ha, ha, ha. If I told you earlier, you would probably not read it at all. And if you didn't realize it, he's crying at the latter parts. Particularly, from page two. I planned it that Fuuko is in the tomb when he was talking, but thinking that I wanna puke myself. I can't take it.

It's non-sense. Too much dialogue too. And it's hanging, curse me. I will tell everyone who leaves a review what he's about to say. (though it's predictable) Ha, ha, ha! Hope you'll be nice enough to leave a review. Explanations will be for reviewers, since I really like the story this way with pure dialogue and NO explanations. XD