Close The Shutters

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2

I listened to Little Things whilst writing this and it is a beautiful song, so if you want to check it out, the link will be in my profile!

And have a Happy Hallowe'en!

"Close the shutters." She'd whisper to me. With her arm slung across her face, covering her eyes from the blinding sunlight.

"Close the shutters." She'd whisper to me. To forget the world, just her and me. Let it be.

I would hold her close, under the covers, keeping her safe and warm.

No one else existed. Not our friends, not anyone.

We would lose ourselves in moments of simple happiness.

We could just talk for hours, about something or nothing.

But now I yearn for it to be that simple, again. To be young, wild and free.

I toss and turn, unable to get to sleep without her warmth beside me. Without her in my arms, hers circled around my waist, mine around her shoulders.

"Close the shutters." An act to rid ourselves of distractions. Those careless interuptions.

Wandering into the empty bedroom, I crawl under the cold sheets, but it's just not the same...

Without her...

Akane.

She never knew how much I appreciated her existance, her being here for me all the time.

I never got the chance to say thank you for a meal she'd worked so hard to prepare, no matter the taste. I never said those three words I love you enough to get my feelings across.

And now the chance will never present itself to me ever again. I know, never say never, but this time I'm certain because now, wherever I go, I see happy couples as we once were.

Alone, with no one to comfort or be comforted by, I open the cupboards in the kitchen. An old box of her favourite green tea and the cup she always used. Half of a smile reaches my lips weakly as I remember her father always drinking that brand. Before we got married, Kasumi would always make everyone a cup. After washing it up at the end of the day, it would always be set back in here, waiting for tomorrow.

Sliding it out, I spin it around in my fingers, tracing the lines on it. Kneeling back down to put it back in, I smell the strong essence of tea. It's been in here so long, the smell has emitted and stayed for goodness knows how long.

So I'll close the shutters before I go back to bed tonight, as she would always ask.

"Close the shutters."

I'll always remember.

"Close the shutters."

Maybe it was all just a dream because it certainly feels like one. But close the shutters. No matter what, close the shutters.

When Hallowe'en comes around and the old horror movies in black and white start playing, close the shutters.

Ignore the rest of the world and close the shutters.

"Close the shutters."

I hope you enjoyed this little one shot :) I know it's not a hallowe'en fic, but its something.