Author: Larkawolfgirl PM
A story about Misuzu's pain in first person.Rated: Fiction K - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Misuzu & Yukito - Words: 449 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-04-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7144723
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My name is Misuzu and I have always been alone. Tears would fall uncontrolled from somewhere deep inside calling out for something; something that could fill the lonely shell that was me. Wrapped in loneliness I lived out each day. On and on they came with nothing promising happiness, but I decided to hope. That hope allowed me to find a simple joy to lead me; the hope that one day this loneliness could be left behind. I may not have known when that day would come but I could feel that each day brought it closer to me. So then with that summer came the end of hoping and brought with it a man. And his name was Yukito...
Time passed and out of it brought my first real peace. Someone was finally there to fill my emptiness. Joy would fill me each morning and hope would swell each night. I thought It would last forever, and life would have a meaning. Suns came and went and summer was nearing her end…
A pain began to fill me. Something was eating me from the inside out. Why? Why must my happy time be interrupted? More time passed and the man remained at my side. I saw that it was hurting him to see me like this but I was selfish and wished only for him to stay with me forever. He did as I wished and stayed through the pain. I could feel that something was changing in the air around me. I saw the man disappear and the world was empty yet again. The pain was gone and the sun shined, but my world was dark.
My one wish and hope within this world was now gone from my eyes. He was lost to me and was only a memory. Had he been real? I told myself that he must have been but it is hard to remember very clearly. Shadows overtook me. Despair settled into my life then. There was no more hope that I could muster. But then on one of those dark and lonely days a bird came to me. He acted as if he knew me. The bird eased my troubled soul. He would stay near me all day and never fly away. He was a strange bird and I named him Yukito. Maybe I shouldn't have named him that for it made me begin to see things. Things that reminded me of the real Yukito.
Was this new Yukito possibly my Yukito? I wanted to believe that but I didn't know how that could be possible. All that I knew was that he gave me a reason to live again.