Lucarly: I felt like writing another emo fiction. Not sure if this one will be more emo than the last one or not.
Aki: ...The other one was pretty damn depressing. Don't make it worse.
Lucarly: Well, I haven't decided yet!
Aki: ...Lucarly does not own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's
I laid a single red rose into the blanket of snow, right in front of Carley's grave. They say red roses mean 'I love you', the most powerful phrase in existence. And she was the first to be worthy of it; I couldn't deny it. But I never got the chance to say it while she was living.
And it haunted me.
I kneeled down and stared at the blood red petals. My only hope to rid myself of the guilt was to perhaps communicate with her beyond the grave. Of course, I don't believe in some mystical ceremony that allows me to talk to her spirit, no. But I hoped that the rose laying over her body would send her the message.
I closed my eyes, feeling numb from the cold. My mind began to wander back to memories of when she was alive. Of when we met. Of when we lived together. Of when-
"Atlas-sama?" inquired a small voice from behind. My eyelids cracked open and I glanced behind me to see my secretary, Mikage.
"Mikage." I said indifferently. She gave me a sympathetic smile and kneeled beside me.
"Is this Carley's grave?" she asked quietly, her eyes on the rose.
"Yes." I said, looking away. Mikage remained silent for a moment before continuing.
"She had beautiful eyes." she said simply. There was an edge of bitterness in her voice.
"Yes, she did." I said plainly. I wondered why she was saying this; I knew Mikage and Carley never particularly got along.
I lowered my head and closed my eyes for a second time. I subconsciously rubbed my glove-less hands together in an attempt to keep them warm. I should've know better than to come out into the snow with nothing extra but a thin, gray jacket. After all, the temperature was below freezing. Suddenly, I felt a warmth against my body. I opened my eyes in surprise and cast my gaze over to Mikage, who was leaning her head on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry for your loss." she whispered with the utmost sincerity. I realized she was crying.
"Why are you crying?" I asked bluntly. She paused.
"Because it hurts me to see you in such grief." she answered after a moment. For some reason, I was touched. I knew she wasn't upset by the death of Carley. But at least she tried to be empathetic.
If it weren't for the incredible remorse I was experiencing, I might of kissed her. I can't lie and say that I wasn't tempted to. In that moment, her eyes seemed to become more bright and vivid; her lips, more red and moist.
But I didn't. I didn't want to dishonor Carley over her own grave.
However, I began to wonder if it was possible for one person to fall in love for a second time. The thought fascinated me. To feel that infinite ecstacy again. To feel that the world was without trouble as long as you had each other.
I gently laced my fingers through hers and relaxed.
I would figure it out later.
Lucarly: I decided not to make it as depressing. I can't believe I wrote CarJack, eurgh.
Aki: ...Please review.