“life will be better in spring”

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She watched on…
In fascination and utter horror.
Fascination; in the vastness of the opposition's power…
Horror; she watched as the the one and only person she ever loved was crushed...

So there she now stood; after all of the lies and acting, after all of the battles, after all of the sacrifices… watching… as he disappeared from her sight. She silently cried and said goodbye to her old friend …and lover.

Tears threatened to overspill as she saw a ghost of a smile come across his lips. That beautiful smile that had once stolen her heart so long ago… As she watched it vanish, she let her feelings vanish with it.

After her memories had returned, she often wondered if any of those first six years had been real?... Had he approached her only because he thought she looked familiar? Did he ever really care? Did none of the time they spent together matter? Was it only for him to further his ambitions? Or… or… did he become her friend again, because he really enjoyed her company? Because he really thought of her as a friend… and lover?

She would never know.

The sound, like that of a small wind chime, echoed through the roar of the battle as their engagement ring fell—safe from all harm—to the ground; ever so softly sounding the bell of victory.

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It was all he heard. He did not even have time to pull out his own gun.

He stared, wide eye at the man who shot him. The black-haired man never flinched as some of his victim's own blood splattered across his face…he just smiled…smiled as he sent his victim into darkness. His moon was fading in his small world.

A wind blew in through the open window next to man's desk, bringing in small pink petals to dance with his brown hair, the sweet scent filling his senses.

Sakura blossoms, his mind told him.

I'm sorry…

The world began to darken when he landed with a thud on the cold floor.

"Good night," the smiling man said cruelly as he began to chuckle like a mad man.

His eye lids felt so heavy…he felt so tired.

Looks like I'm breaking our promise...for now.

He could not take it anymore so he let his eyes close shut to dream…to dream of his moon one last time.

-Flashback-

"Ahahahah...," she laughed when I twirled her around, "what is this rhythm?"

"Samba" I chuckled, probably at how childish she looked, "do you like it?"

She nodded as she followed my steps almost perfectly, "it's funny."

"Want to try another song?"

"Yeah, again…and again," she smiled, "forever..."

-End of flashback-

One final smile curved the his lips before death finally came to claim his tired soul. His only light faded and his world was engulfed by calming darkness.

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She softly murmured repeatedly like an incantation as she continued to caress the now-pale face of a young man not much older than she was. He had long brown locks that reached past his small, fragile shoulders. His alabaster skin, which was once flushed with color, was now covered with a gray pallor; yet if one looks closely at his face, he or she might have mistaken him as if he were only but sleeping—what with the serene and melancholic smile that graced his peaceful features. Yes, he looks like a sleeping angel awaiting the coming of a new dawn to announce his wake. But it was not to be. The sleep which had blanketed him like the night sky is one of eternal oblivion; a sleep from which there is no waking or returning from; a sleep which we all refer to by the name "death".

The raven-haired girl who knelt by the side of the coffin continued on murmuring to the corpse that lay in front of her; as if trying to reawaken the dead with whispered songs of lamentation. Hidden beneath her pallid bangs were a pair of amethyst orbs filled with strong self-loathing and hopeless longing as she looked upon the person she had deemed the most important to her life. She knew that her efforts were in vain; for once a being has passed on, there is no turning back—second chances never existed nor will it ever exist in this world. Nonetheless, she continued on with her voiceless words in hopes that the other might hear her desperate cries of apology; cries that she hoped would bring much needed salvation to his tainted soul.

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He merely turned back to her, "I know, Ethan. I know what you're thinking, and I know I'm standing right in front of your plans." He made a move suddenly, his body twisting back as if to attack his twin brother, and a gunshot rang out clearly even amidst the chaos around them. His comrades, or whatever they called themselves, all paused to stare in shock as Tom's body stilled abruptly, red beginning to blossom from his chest, staining the pristine white suit he wore easily.

Ethan's eyes were wide; the claws Tom wore right in front of his face, mere centimeters away from ripping his face out. This was another moment, where the world paused, adding the dramatic effects as Tom fell back, straight into Alice's arms, whose face had turned pale immediately upon witnessing the blood that could not seemed to stop.

"Y-You knew..." Ethan uttered out, "B-But if you knew... Then... Why?" Tom merely smiled, his hands clutching at Alice's white dress, staining it red with his blood and he looked up at her, "hey Alice..." He coughed, blood dripping down his mouth, and everyone knew he was reaching his end, "if I were to die, would you die with me?"

Alice's eyes widened, her pupils dilated, before a sudden calm seemed to reach her, and an insane craze consumed his mind, "Of course, Tom. No matter where you go, be it heaven or hell, I'll go with you. I'll always be with you..." And with that, she swiftly brought a gun out from her pocket, and another gun shot rang across the field, this time stopping all battles as they turned as one, to stare at the scene before them.

Tom smiled, as Alice slumped across him, "because I am yours, and will forever be... You'll never share me..." He murmured and his voice, although soft, seemed to echo and reach everybody's ears. Tom's eyes slid close, and his hand fell, landing on the ground with a soft thud.

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It is happening again: you and I facing each other in a game of life and death. How many times has it occurred? 2000? 3000? I've lost count.

Even at his death, the sun refused to dim its radiant glory. The smoke of his incineration joined the clouds, offering him no compassion in their unison. And the sky looked down from its lofty throne, untroubled by the quotidian affairs of humans.

The fire is still crackling − I know that. I see the flame devouring my body. I am aware that my flesh is crumbling into ashes. And yet, why do I hear nothing? Nor can I feel any pain. I close my eyes and my thoughts drift back to you...you were my inevitable dulcet and irrevocable dolour, my quenching feast and plaguing famine, my treasured soul mate and irreplaceable adversary ... my one and only raison d'être. Without you, I can feel nothing.

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Walking towards the patient on the bed, he allowed himself to sit on the bed, a hand softly caressing the girl's cheek before placing it gently across her forehead.

Feeling warmth on her cheeks, she struggled to grasp the vision of the figure standing in front of her. Her breathing became even hollower by the second.

He said nothing. Allowing the room to be filled with the desperate breaths of the girl who had collapsed in front of him. The dancing petals of snow, drifting in silently from the tiny hole in the room.

Instinctively, he kneeled down, reaching out to grab the girl in front of him before embracing her tightly.

Skin colder than the ice cold stone wall voluntarily took the warmth from him. Hands as soft as snow slowly tightened their grip on the warm boy, burying her head into his shoulder. Her breaths hitching, loud and panting as she held on.

She had not expected to see this person for she had expected to whither away alone, coldly, deserted, sinking slowly into the shadows. She wasn't supposed to be in this person's arms. She was not supposed to be embraced with such warmth that enveloped him so. She wasn't supposed to be doing this. It was sinful. Struggling with the abrupt realisation, She managed to weakly push herself away from the warm person she longed for, even if this was all just in her head.

"I don't deserve this," she whispered the only explanation she could find as she took great effort to even breath.

It came as simply a shock to the boy who kneeled there, thoughts over filling his head, not able to understand the action of the brunette. Her indecisiveness drove him into confusion. He narrowed his eyes as he kept watching, with silence.

Her world growing dimmer by the second, Hikari decided to take one last glance at the person who haunted her so.

Upon seeing the betrayed, forgiving and understanding pair of onyx eyes, he could not stop himself from reaching out for the lone girl once more, holding her tightly, closing their proximity. Whispering soft apologies, he was sincere. The soft breaths against his neck became paler as the trickles of tears rolled down her cheeks dripping gently onto his neck.

Holding tightly onto his coat, the girl mumbled in a tone that seemed so satisfied yet hesitant, the guilt still lingering in her eyes, "for you, I'll willingly turn into snow."

"Don't sleep, don't sleep, wake up, stop sleeping!" gasped the anxious boy, his voice filled with concern, yet deep inside, he knew it'd have turned out like this, one way or another.

He looked at the girl as she slowly placed a cold hand against the his cheek, slowly pulling himself up to whisper five last words.

He had vowed to never cry. But he could do nothing to stop the trails of tears in this scenario as he held the limp body of Hikari inside of the small confined room.

A lifeless doll. A cold shell. What was once so bright, now tumbling down the stairs into darkness; confined. Watch as the innocent snow slowly flitters down; captured. Blow out the candles.

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