Komaru. Komaru. Komaru.
It was official, Komaru was on Toko's mind more than Byakuya this morning. Why had Toko not realised that Komaru wasn't home as much as she used to be?
Komaru was at the park with Kotoko, watching over the Warriors of Hope. Nagito and Hajime were there too, apparently, making sure Monaca didn't overexert herself- the annoying child hadn't been the same since her little 'trip' and once she came back she was immediately put in the care of the two.
Toko wasn't sure what was up with her, and she needed to take her mind off of it. She decided to write.
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Komaru was finding it harder to breathe. She knew death was approaching.
Yet, she wasn't afraid. Somehow, after everything she's been through to stay alive, death felt comfortable.
Death would pluck the flowers from her lungs and give them to Toko. Toko would never know the pain behind them, she'd never know the feeling of petals making their way up her throat.
Komaru, on the other hand would never taste Toko's lips against hers. She'd never feel Toko's hand stroking her cheek lovingly.
After leaving the park, Komaru decided she was going to spend the day writing letters to everyone she was going to leave.
The first, was to Makoto. She wrote about childhood dreams they could never reach, and begged him to continue being a ray of hope in the darkness of despair. Reminding him that wasn't all he was good for.
Next, she wrote to Hiroko. She apologised for not taking the surgery, even though she told her too. She wrote that she wished she could promise a thousand things, but the dead don't do well on promises.
She wrote to everyone, keeping the letters in a neat box. She wrote about love, hate, regrets, hopes, wishes, dreams.
She wrote about the fundamentals of life.
However, she couldn't write to Toko somehow. Her mind was blank. How will she say goodbye? How could she, after everything that's happened?
Before she could write anything, there was a knock on the door. Kicking the box under her bed, she opened the door to Toko.
"Um, hey. Where you busy?"
"Not really, what do you want?"
"Geez, can't I just hang out with my friend for no reason." Toko groaned.
"Sorry if that sounded rude!" Komaru apologised.
"It's fine, Omaru."
Komaru pretended to be annoyed at the nickname, although she wasn't.
"Let's hang out for a bit." Toko smiled, "You smell like blood." She muttered, but Komaru didn't hear.
Komaru held her hand against her chest, feeling her heart. "Sure!" It would be nice to hang out one last time.
Even if she didn't love her.
