sorry

what an interesting word, you suppose. how it can be thrown around at a whim, how gently bumping into a stranger would certify a muttered sorry under bated breath. yet  .  .  .

murder of a family—    murder of a  YOUNG CHILD.      what does that deserve ? does it deserve an uttered sorry, when the other can’t even  BARE  to look at your face, your eyes. can she see the lost years ? can she understand the lost time ?the fear  ?

you suppose not. only someone who has   died    can understand your horror. at first, for some reason, you feel anger bubble within your soul   —    you feel despair. after these long years of searching for one person, she stands in front of you. mere inches from yourself.

though, you suppose, you can’t help it. she doesnt even know you’re here.

standing there, at your grave she constructed.

you could easily run up, hug her from behind   —   cry, sob, lament about how much you’ve missed her. but yet  .  .  .  you stay. you watch as she apologizes, quietly watching. you dont say anything      —      you only watch.

then she leaves.

and you don’t move.& slowly you feel your body warp, churn, & change. you feel rot begin to claw at your porcelain features, you feel the need to curse, to hunt. to hurt.

   a gentle gasp ! a flushed look ! your heart beats with disbelief at the other’s show of affection ! 

your rather small hand gently touches the spot where the girl had laid her lips upon, an  even redder hue dusts your cheeks !

chuckles can’t help but erupt from your chest, giggly & bubbly. you assume that nagisa means this in a  FRIENDLY  manner   .  .  .   ( you’re dense ! after all, you’ve never thought of yourself as desirable) 

 ‘  oh,  nagisa-chan  .  .  .   ‘        eyes flutter away as your sentence trails to nothing   —  that fluttering feeling still deep rooted in your chest. 

 ‘   you’re always so affectionate -    ‘

Oh little wolf, you tried so hard to cover your tracks. To stay hidden within the shadows. To not allow the others so see the damage you endure on your nightly hunts, guarding the others so the packs can sleep in peace. Oh little wolf, all your efforts are in nothing but vain, as you have become exposed without even meaning so. Oh little wolf, you truly are a foolish being —- you have yet to realize the dangers you have created for those loved around you. You haven’t even noticed how you have become sold out to another, and can only subconsciously pray that she will forever always keep your secret.

“ SHUT - UP MOMO !! ” She become instantly flustered at the mentioning of the other’s name. And with not a moment wasted, hands plunged themselves forward, desperately covering the smallers mouth, to prevent her from speaking any more of the subject. To prevent herself from becoming even more flustered over the sunflower than she already was. “ I’m — I’m not tryin’ ta’ impress her … ” another lie ; she was. But it was for reasoning’s further more than what Kyoko assumes Momo knows, which should be nothing. “ An’ I’m also not a NERD , ya’nerd !!! Besides , she thinks the idea of magical girls is cute ” what a loose meaning word she’s chosen. “ I bet if ya’ ask her nicely, she would join us in trick’r’treatin’ this year? Aren’t magical girls suppose ta’ be in squads, anyways? ”

            even with the other’s yelling & pleas to be QUIET and to STOP pestering  ---  the girl cannot help but smile ! she loves seeing her sister be flustered reminds that her  IRON CLAD  older sister is indeed  a human ! she’s not entirely flawless like momo sees her.

GENTLE hands remove the others that go around her 

            ‘   eheh   .  .  .   ‘    soft chuckles gently leave her body, before her expression lightens up even more ! the thought of spending  HALLOWEEN with her sister  AND  mami brought joy ! brought happiness ! her body bounces back and forth from her heels, rocking while a hum escapes her tiny figure.