Foolish Wish

K Project © GoRa & GoHands

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It was dark red, the color of snowflakes. They were dark red.

Once they were silvery white, another second they were dark red.

They scattered below me like a fallen rose petals on a field of white grass. It was warm, the way they slide in my hand.

The way they fell to the ground.

And then, it was cold. Icy cold.

The storm blew them away. The blizzard froze them to death.

But, they smiled. On their brink of death, they smiled.

You, smiled.

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“It’s… okay. It’s okay…. Reishi.”

Tears kept falling down from his eyes. His lips trembled. The blood in his hands felt so warm, yet so cold. So cruel.

It reminded him that after all of this, he’ll be alone.

Again.

“Reishi…. Please, smile.”

Reishi closed his mouth tightly. He wasn’t brave enough to open it, knew that his breaking voice would be the first one to come out. Mikoto sighed. With any last strength he had, he raised his hand and touched Reishi’s face. Blood smeared his pale white skin.

“Reishi, please, smile for me?”

And, he broke.

His tears fell like a waterfall. He sobbed, cried, gripped his blood-stained jacket. Mikoto never—never—saw Reishi the way he was right now. He never saw him cried. He never saw him bare his emotion, his ego, his selfishness like this. He always wanted to hug him when he cried, to comfort him, to be the only one person where Reishi could bare himself and break anything he wanted to and then put him back together again.

And he got it. Reishi cried, calling his name in every breath, bare his emotion, get selfish, and breaking in front of him. He got it, what he wanted. The only thing he didn’t get was to hug him, to comfort him, and to put him back together.

Because, the time his wish came true was his death.

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 “I’m sorry, Reishi.”

“Goodbye.”

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