Not mine. I just "borrow" them.

Promises Are Made to be Broken

Do you remember? You must! Our promises! Don't tell me you, of all people, would forget! Ah, but you wouldn't. Forgive my incompetence. Of course you remember. You were the one who had first found me. My wrists were slashed, my blood smeared over everything. You found me and you healed me. You made sure that everything would turn out fine.

I remember your hands, cupping my face gently. You pierced my soul. You brought me out of my darkness. Do you remember what you said? No? Then I'll tell you. You said to me that you would always be there for me. You promised that we would make it through this together. You swore your love for me. And in return, I swore mine. I remember how happy we felt after that. You sat there bandaging my wrists, covered in my blood. You saved me from myself. You renewed my passion to live.

Can you remember those nights? Our bodies tangled together, your sweet lips meeting mine, soft touches, encouraging word, loving promises.

You always made sure that nothing happened to me, that I was safe in your arms. You were intoxicating. I was so drunk on you that nothing could hurt me. I was numb to the coldness of what was happening around us. Nothing could touch me. You were my heaven, my shield, and my sword. You made sure that I never cut myself again after that. My promise to you.

You promised that you would always be there for me when I needed you. And then, you weren't there.

Do you remember how I found you? Your head was lying on Miaka's lap, and there was so much blood. Like that night you found me. Only, there was no way for me to save you. This time, it wouldn't be a fairy tale ending. Part of me knew that but a part of me refused to accept it. You promised me that you would never leave my side. You promised me that you would love me forever. You promised me that we would get through this together. You promised me that you would be there when I needed you. And the time I needed you most you weren't there.

I went back on my promises too, Nuriko. I'm sorry. I promised you that I wouldn't cut myself anymore but isn't that what I'm doing now? I'm sitting under a willow tree slicing myself. Did you know that if you do it fast enough you can't even feel the blade catch your skin? There are many slashes on my arm. Over two dozen. It's like a red waterfall, blood tumbling down from the slits in my skin, pooling in my hand like some sort of grotesque red lake. Like the lake of blood surrounding you when we arrived. I know I promised I wouldn't anymore, Nuriko, but I'm so tired of living. I want to be together. Like you promised.

Salt water stings my cuts. I didn't know I was crying. I thought I had used up all of my tears when we had found you.

I can here then calling me. Tamahome, Chirchiri, Miaka, Mitsukake, and Chriko. All of them are looking for me. Everyone is here but you, Nurkio. Soon, one of them is going to stumble upon me. I know it. Like you found me. I'm so sorry. I wish you were here. You promised to be here for me when I needed you. I need you now Nuriko.

My head feel so light. I can remember what you said to me when you found me that night. I can remember your whispers on those evenings we spent together, lying in each other's arms. Your soft whispers of, "I love you Tasuki," and, "I'm here. I won't leave you."

You promised me that we would get through this together, yet I am alone.

You promised me that you would always love me, but I feel so empty.

You promised me that you would always be there for me when I needed you the most, but then, why did you go?

I promised you that I wouldn't cut myself anymore. The blood is pooled in my hands, evidence of the truth that we know so well. The bleeding won't stop, just like the pain.

Oh Nuriko, there are so many promises. We made so many promises to each other. Isn't a shame though, that promises are only made to be broken?