As You WantedPlacing a classic bunch of white chrysanthemums on the grave, I brush the dust off your tombstone. I stand up, not wanting to stay any longer. But as usual, something pulled me back. Could be the memories, could be the truth that you were gone eternally. 2 months after your funeral, I still cannot forget. Not that I want to anyway. It would have been awkward and reluctant if we had to say goodbye. Man, do I love you with all my soul. Funny how we never really fell in love before. Until we met each other. Fate? Perhaps. Graduating from high school separated us. No longer able to see you each day, I force myself to forget you. Oh great, totally sounds like a movie plot now doesn't it. Dammit, I thought I would never see you again after that. Lucky for us both, you were still as determined as before. Giving chase, you forced me up a wall in a back alley and threw me into a state of total shut down with your kiss. I finger your photo on the tombstone lightly. Your every feature and bodyline is etched deeply inside me. I knew something was going to happen when the only timekeeper in our apartment stopped abruptly. Right 10 minutes after you left to pick up some stuff from Megane-kun's house. The stately grandfather clock never struck nine at night. Maybe…when interpreted in Chinese…does it mean we would never be together long and forever? I was uneasy. Megane-kun said you never reached his house. I ran out into the streets to look for you. I overheard 2 people's conversation which stunned me. The lorry driver was sentenced. But as it goes, it doesn't bring you back. Coincidentally, I flipped through some papers you had locked in a drawer. I spotted something which would have amused me if you were still 'round. The fact that you weren't made me put it to good use. "I'll be back." I whispered as I stand up. I take a last glance at your tombstone. I smiled slightly as I read silently: ----------------------------------- The way you wanted. My fox. Always. ~Owari~ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ As You Wanted © 2002 Keax-XV |