As I lay on my bed, shedding endless tears,

I couldn't help but grimace on my fears.

You were right there, right in front of me.

It wouldn't even take a minute, or at most three.

At such an important time, I showed hesitation.

What the hell had happened to my concentration?

I used to say, "I'll save you without a sliver of doubt!"

In the end, I had no idea what I was going on about.

As I watch you slip from my fingers, I drown in my own lies.

My head's underwater, but I still hear your cries.

"Denki, please!" You'd call out

I couldn't move, yet you still scream and shout,

"You promised!" You exclaimed

I know. I truly do feel ashamed

I didn't...- no, I couldn't do it

I wasn't close. Not even a bit

But what about you?

You promised too!

"I won't leave you." You said

Then why aren't you here, next to me on our shared bed?

Based on the disasters that have occurred,

Both of us went back on our word.

You left me, and I left you,

I guess we both didn't think it through.

But who knew, that by the count of three,

You'd still be here, right beside me.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

A whimsical melody danced with the wind, gracefully moving with the petals that fell off of the cherry blossom trees. Butterflies fluttered around them, some even landing on some nearby flowers. The sun shone brightly, peeking through the thin layer of clouds scattered across the sky.

He stood in front of an old cherry blossom tree, the same tree he'd fall asleep at, next to his beloved, who would hum that same melody. He chuckled bitterly, walking closer to the tree. Warmth engulfed him as the light of the sun poked through the gaps of the cherry petals, donning him with an enamoring hue; just like the enamoring light that would come from her smile.

He could still hear her voice, feel her touch, smell her scent; this tree before him carried all his memories with her. Joyous memories, painful memories, eccentric memories; seeing this tree left a bittersweet churn in his stomach. He sighed, leaning on the tree. He looked up at the sky, the bright colors reminding him of her.

She was, indeed, just like the sky. So bright, but at any time, her mood shifts, a thick layer of clouds darkening the atmosphere. Her mood swings weren't frequent, but dealing with them was both entertaining and a pain in the ass. Nonetheless, he loved being the only one able to calm her down after waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

He began laughing to himself bitterly, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks as he slid down the trunk, sitting on the soft grass. Gentle zephyrs carried cherry blossoms as they passed by, his hair swaying in the direction they had decided to go. That same melody followed; her sweet voice was being carried by the wind, just as it always has.

"If you close your eyes and let the music play... Keep our love alive, I'll never fade away..."

His voice was deep, a little hoarse, too. It could've been described as the complete opposite of his beloved's voice; light, sweet, and smooth, the voice any kind of girl would want. The voice of an angel. He closed his eyes, listening to the bustling roads near the area he was at, the rustling of the trees and branches, and of course, to that soft, sweet melody that flowed with the wind.

A familiar warmth engulfed him, making him smile to himself, tears still streaming down his face. That warmth was the last straw. His tensed body relaxed, leaning into the tree a little more. Finally, the welcoming silence of slumber had engulfed him.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

He shifted a little as he felt a gentle touch on his head, stroking his hair. The warmth of their hand left a tingling sensation wherever it passed. He felt a soft surface beneath his head, but the rest of his body felt the tickling of the grass.

His eyes gently fluttered open, the light of the sun slightly blinding him. He squinted his eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness. When a shadow cast over his head, his eyes widened the moment he recognized the features he missed oh so much.

Gentle e/c eyes; (smooth/blemished/scarred), s/t skin; h/l, (natural/wavy/curly/styled), h/c hair that framed her (round/pointed/heart-shaped) face, tickling his own whenever she leaned in close enough; it was undoubtedly his beloved Y/n.

He shot up, shifting his body so he could face her. A heartwarming giggle erupted from her slightly parted lips. His eyes trailed down to the place he'd lean into for warmth. Still (pink/red/etc), still (glossy/plump/chapped), still tempting; oh how he missed the sweet taste of her lips.

She smiled warmly, her petite hand reaching up, cupping his cheek. He leaned into it, cherishing the warmth he had lived without for three years. Her free hand reached for his own, intertwining her fingers with his. Her thumb traced circles on his tear-stained cheeks, erupting a giddy feeling within.

"Y/n..." He choked out.

She hummed, pulling him in for a hug. He leaned into her warmth once more, his forehead resting on her shoulder. Her slim fingers found their way to his hair, massaging his scalp comfortingly. His vision became glassy as he began seizing all of the things before him.

"I'm sorry I took so long..."

Her voice was as melodic as he remembered. When any other person's voice would tear through the air, her's would go with the flow; that's exactly what made her voice so addicting.

He straightened himself up, tightly wrapping his arms around her. His hands gripped the soft fabric of her clothing, his tears beginning to stream down his face as he let out a loud wail.

Y/n smiled sadly, humming in understanding. She closed her eyes, tears of her own streaming down her face. Her grip on him tightened, her form shaking violently as she pulled him closer.

"I'm so, so, sorry... I didn't mean to take this long..."

Her voice was trembling, and yet, it still somehow managed to make him fall once more. How endearing, she was. Only she had this effect on him. Angry, sad, or happy; it was all the same to him. Every part of her was amazing. 

"Do you wanna head home..?"

Her voice still had that tremble, but it was as gentle as ever. His grip on her clothes loosened, his posture relaxing as he sniffled and nodded. She smiled at him, pulling away from the hug. She stood up, pulling her lover along with her.

"Well... Let's go home..."

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

An orange hue peeked through the blinds of the window. He had probably only been asleep for a few hours, as it was sunset. He groaned, rolling over. His eyes snapped open as he felt a cold space, derived from the warmth beside him last night.

He shot up from bed, his head aching because of it. He paid no mind to the pain, his eyes darting around the room in an eager search, desperate for at least one sign that the love of his life was still with him. 

A pain struck his chest as he couldn't find anything. Not her warmth, not her scent, or anything that belonged to her. His eyes darted to the door, where the sound of humming was heard from the other side.

Swinging the door open, he ran, following the sound. Eventually, it led him outside. He was left panting, hands on his knees as he stared up at the figure in front of him. His beloved Y/n.

"I'm sorry. But I can't stay."

Tears ran down his cheeks as he watched her glowing form walk away from him. The sun continued to set, the orange hues of the sky giving her dispersing figure a wonderful glow.

It was over.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

As I stand in front of the stone with your name,

I know I only have myself to blame.

In the end, You stayed true,

If only I had done it too.

Every time I smile down at your grave,

Your hugs and kisses, I suddenly crave.

As the spring passes, a new season shall begin.

I once again wonder, "what could've been?"