"What's here?"
I looked at the writing on the door and matched it to my ID.
"It seems that way. Alright, let's see."
I slowly opened the door and guess what I saw? no one.
Hah… I should have followed the philosophy of Stoicism. Think about the worst outcome first, then you will be better prepared for the outcome. If you expect too much then the same will happen to me, where I -
"Riyu."
This voice…..
Yes, there's no mistaking it....
The voice I've always dreamed of....
A voice that almost drives me crazy....
The voice… that I want to hear forever....
Without thinking I turned around and-
"Riyu..."
The angel jumped into my arms. As if she didn't doubt that it was me.
"Yu, I- umm."
I won't let her say it. That's because I will say it myself. (I let go of my kiss).
I know she feels the same way as me. I also understand she wants to say the same thing as me, but let me say it first, that
"I missed you so much, Mei"
Yes, I really miss her. This feeling is unstoppable.
You know. After all I was lonely at the time too.
...What do you expect from a child who lost his parents? And what's worse, right after that he started feeling emotions. Really, isn't that a big enough price to evoke feeling. If the emotion is aroused just to feel pain then what is that feeling for....
…. 'I always ask myself why, why do I have to feel this emotion when it happens? Why did that happen? Why why why? Why? I lost count on that question.'.....
Until I realized.
"I missed you too, missed you so much."
Mei put her head on my chest. Gripping her arm tighter.
….'Until I realized she had saved me. Well it's more correct to say that we saved each other from this loneliness.'....
For some reason I remember how she looked the first time I saw her. Lonely.
She never smiled, never complained, and never laughed. Just a cold expression, focused on seeing the other world in another perspective. No one could understand her, no one could know her thoughts. There was only her in her own world.
And maybe, just maybe she didn't want to feel that feeling anymore. Once she sees the light, she may know the fear of darkness.
And that light might just be me. I hope so.
Even so I might, might just make her sad. It's because I know, I can't control my feelings. The feeling that drives me to make "them" smile and enjoy life.
It's pretty sad because I don't even know who "they" are. I only faintly felt it. The future is too absurd and uncertain. And during that time I hope "they" can enjoy this world.
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Short? I know, but I don't want to spoil this moment.
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Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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