At sunset, you extended your arms to me, your mint scent, beautiful. I held your hand, full of warmth and love, as I saw the lights rush towards—
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At sunset, you extended your arms to me, your mint scent, beautiful. I tugged at your sleeve, weeping and unable to breathe—
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At sunset, you extended your arms to me, your mint scent, beautiful. I desperately pulled your hand, urging you to not leave—
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At sunset, you extended your arms to me. Your mint scent, beautiful. I watched as you smiled at me, confusedly. Admittedly, I told you everything. I yearned for you to console me.
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...At sunset, you extended your arms to me. Your mint scent, beautiful. You always stare at me with that same smile, adorning my life with colors.
"Yumi—
Unaware of all the times I've heard it, Your eyes glint a song of love staring into mine, as if an empty void.
"Hey, Hina."
I interrupted, stepping back into the road, facing you.
"I love you,—
One step back, I closed my eyes.
—you know that, right?"
Two steps,
I heard the cicadas tatter around and your flustered, soothing voice which id long to hear every morning you weren't by my side.
"...Yumi, wait.."
Three steps,
I imagined seeing the fiery yellow and red hues setting the sky ablaze, the sun burning bright — your panicked face.
Four steps,
Come to think of it, you had eyes that resembled the sunset.
"...Yumi, you're scaring me..—"
It's been so long since the world ended.., I barely remember.
Five steps,
I could hear wheels scratching the concrete... A car approaching me, and I could hear your hurried footsteps. Were you rushing to save me?
You can't save me from this hell.
At sunset, your arms extended to me. Your faint scent lingered in the air, washing me with a sudden calm. Maybe dying in your arms wouldn't be so bad.
Thud.
I'd never get used to death, no matter how many times I've faced it. It's inevitable,
Id seen you over and over and over again, smiling as I held you. Your eyes were....lifeless, your skin pale; like blue. Yet you were smiling, as if you're happy to leave me.
I've never gotten used to it, yet every time I repeated it, id see your face. again..and again, and again.
How could I forgot? You have yellow eyes, as golden as honey. Your eyes addicting as it was, pulled me in. Perhaps there was something darker beneath your shining surface, but I didn't bother till you cracked.
Nothing lasts forever, and nor did your shine. Stars are meant to burn brilliantly, to fall. And so are we, my selfish star.
And perhaps I am, too. For wanting to save you.