In the still silence of midnight, Jyou stared at the computer screen, tears welling up in his eyes as he read over the letter from Koushiro. I should have known, he thought bitterly as the scene from the past couple of days played over in his mind. Someone like him could never love someone like me.
He gnawed his lip for a moment, trying to think of a reply. Then, slowly, it came to him. A smile, a mixture of sadness and happiness spread across his face as he clicked 'reply' and began to type.
Koushiro,
I knew, somehow I knew,
That you could never love me.
It was a wasted hope,
A broken dream,
To think that you'd ever be mine.
Tears fall, but they dry.
Wounds take longer to heal.
I'm in pain,
The wound stings,
Blood spilling out onto the ground.
Father Time, have mercy,
For time will heal this wound.
A scar over my heart,
Dried tears on my cheeks,
I'll go on,
Living on friendship.
It hurts, but I expected it,
That lessens the pain.
Don't hurt over this,
It's not as bad
As I make it to be.
Love is a river,
And eventually it will dry.
But friendship is light,
Everlasting.
Love for a year?
Friends for eternity?
Though it hurts,
It makes me glad you don't love me.
Tears fall, but they dry.
Wounds take longer to heal.
I'm in pain,
The wound stings,
Blood spilling out onto the ground.
Father Time, have mercy,
For time will heal this wound.
A scar over my heart,
Dried tears on my cheeks,
I'll go on,
Living on friendship.
To have someone like you
As a friend is to be free
Of sadness....
It makes me glad you don't love me.
-Jyou
"Don't worry about it, Koushiro," Jyou murmured as he wiped the tears from his eyes and clicked 'send'. "With your friendship, the wound won't take long to heal."