Rooftops (An Emi Story)
Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 1:16 pm
So I tend to write random stories when I can't sleep at night, and I found one that is KS based that I think might fit in here. Enjoy, though the majority of this is probably not canon
Rooftops
I remember that day. It was the day my life changed. March fourteenth, back at Yamaku High. She was there, with me. I miss her.
That day was the day she confessed to me. It wasn’t formal in the least, it wasn’t romantic either. It was perfect.
We were on the rooftop, where we usually ate our lunch. Oddly, Rin wasn’t there that day. We never found out why, though I have always believed she knew what was going to happen.
She was a peculiar person, Rin. She painted, though it was never driven by emotion. She painted because she could, and the results were beautiful. She had just finished one of her most memorable works; a mural with no meaning.
She painted it without thinking, without feeling, and just let her brush dance across the wall, in a state of bliss while she did it. Sadly, she passed away last year. Brain cancer...
I never thought I would say it, but I miss Rin. She always knew what to say, even though she didn’t know what it was she was talking about. Words never worked for her, so her best way to communicate was through her art.
It is how she told me she missed Emi too…
I still have that painting. One she painted of the three of us, eating lunch on the rooftop. When I look into it, it isn’t just a painting, but a window to the past. The past, where I still had both of them…
I married Emi when we were still young. She was never one for tradition, it reminded her too much of her past life. The life before she lost her father.
I remember my struggle to stay with her, when she kept pushing me further away. The day eventually came though, and she opened up to me. She told me why she could never trust anyone. Why she couldn't love anyone…
She had been alone for so long. The death of her father had brought with it the death of her being, her belief. They shared a bond stronger than any I have ever known…
She told me that day, she told me never to leave. She told me she didn’t want to love me, because she had already had everything torn away from her once. Everything…
She lost her legs in the accident. If it weren't Emi, everything would be pointless. She pushed though. She learned how to walk on her prosthetics, she learned how to run again. She rebuilt her memories of her father.
She and I were kindred spirits. I suffer from a heart condition, arrhythmia, causing my heart to “flutter”. It would occasionally beat too fast, or too slow, and make me feel as though I were having a heart attack.
This condition crippled me in the same ways, wrenching me from my old existence and throwing me into a new one. I used to swim, to clear my mind of any problems. When your main concern is staying afloat, you forget your woes. I can’t do that anymore…
I turned to science after attending Yamaku, out of a love for the subject. It had a happy side effect of potentially fixing my heart, though that was never a priority for me.
No.
All I cared about back then was Emi.
The rooftop, where we shared out first kiss. The same rooftop I saw fall two years ago, when Yamaku was demolished. All of my memories of her, the memories of our love, spit upon.
March fourteenth. The day I won. I had always seen Emi that way, but believed we could never be. She was too popular, too beautiful. Too perfect for me. She saw me in the same light.
We shared lunch, the same way we always had. We talked about the career work-cards we had been given in classes, and how she simply put down “Pirate”.
She took the initiative. It was a simple question, a childish one, but it shaped our lives in ways neither of us could comprehend.
“If I ran away to be a pirate… Would you come with me?”
“Of course! Who in their right mind would turn down the opportunity to sail the seas with you?”
It was then that we fell for each other. She smiled at me, that smile she saved for moments of true happiness. Her lips would scrunch up near the corners. It was adorable.
“You know Hisao, if you’re gonna kiss me, you should do it now. Lunch is almost over!”
She always knew what to say, and how to say it. Had she thought about it, we would never have happened. She would, like myself, have a perfect scenario laid out. Neither of our plans would come to fruition.
Her lips tasted like strawberries. Her hair carried the same scent.
She is gone now… Pneumonia.
Our favourite pastime, jogging in the rain, killed her. It filled her lungs, and we failed to catch it early. We thought it was a cold. When you know your partner is dying, and you can’t do anything… You feel hopeless.
And now I lay here, in the park by the pond. People around me panicking, screaming for a doctor. A small grin spreads across my face as my memories flood back. I feel as though I am ascending the stairs to the rooftop, to join Emi and Rin for one last lunch… Together.
Leave feedback please, I have actually found a few beginnings for a Miki route in my notes as well, and am considering following up on the idea and writing one. No promises though, I will be very busy with school, and if I start it now I will most likely never finish it.
Rooftops
I remember that day. It was the day my life changed. March fourteenth, back at Yamaku High. She was there, with me. I miss her.
That day was the day she confessed to me. It wasn’t formal in the least, it wasn’t romantic either. It was perfect.
We were on the rooftop, where we usually ate our lunch. Oddly, Rin wasn’t there that day. We never found out why, though I have always believed she knew what was going to happen.
She was a peculiar person, Rin. She painted, though it was never driven by emotion. She painted because she could, and the results were beautiful. She had just finished one of her most memorable works; a mural with no meaning.
She painted it without thinking, without feeling, and just let her brush dance across the wall, in a state of bliss while she did it. Sadly, she passed away last year. Brain cancer...
I never thought I would say it, but I miss Rin. She always knew what to say, even though she didn’t know what it was she was talking about. Words never worked for her, so her best way to communicate was through her art.
It is how she told me she missed Emi too…
I still have that painting. One she painted of the three of us, eating lunch on the rooftop. When I look into it, it isn’t just a painting, but a window to the past. The past, where I still had both of them…
I married Emi when we were still young. She was never one for tradition, it reminded her too much of her past life. The life before she lost her father.
I remember my struggle to stay with her, when she kept pushing me further away. The day eventually came though, and she opened up to me. She told me why she could never trust anyone. Why she couldn't love anyone…
She had been alone for so long. The death of her father had brought with it the death of her being, her belief. They shared a bond stronger than any I have ever known…
She told me that day, she told me never to leave. She told me she didn’t want to love me, because she had already had everything torn away from her once. Everything…
She lost her legs in the accident. If it weren't Emi, everything would be pointless. She pushed though. She learned how to walk on her prosthetics, she learned how to run again. She rebuilt her memories of her father.
She and I were kindred spirits. I suffer from a heart condition, arrhythmia, causing my heart to “flutter”. It would occasionally beat too fast, or too slow, and make me feel as though I were having a heart attack.
This condition crippled me in the same ways, wrenching me from my old existence and throwing me into a new one. I used to swim, to clear my mind of any problems. When your main concern is staying afloat, you forget your woes. I can’t do that anymore…
I turned to science after attending Yamaku, out of a love for the subject. It had a happy side effect of potentially fixing my heart, though that was never a priority for me.
No.
All I cared about back then was Emi.
The rooftop, where we shared out first kiss. The same rooftop I saw fall two years ago, when Yamaku was demolished. All of my memories of her, the memories of our love, spit upon.
March fourteenth. The day I won. I had always seen Emi that way, but believed we could never be. She was too popular, too beautiful. Too perfect for me. She saw me in the same light.
We shared lunch, the same way we always had. We talked about the career work-cards we had been given in classes, and how she simply put down “Pirate”.
She took the initiative. It was a simple question, a childish one, but it shaped our lives in ways neither of us could comprehend.
“If I ran away to be a pirate… Would you come with me?”
“Of course! Who in their right mind would turn down the opportunity to sail the seas with you?”
It was then that we fell for each other. She smiled at me, that smile she saved for moments of true happiness. Her lips would scrunch up near the corners. It was adorable.
“You know Hisao, if you’re gonna kiss me, you should do it now. Lunch is almost over!”
She always knew what to say, and how to say it. Had she thought about it, we would never have happened. She would, like myself, have a perfect scenario laid out. Neither of our plans would come to fruition.
Her lips tasted like strawberries. Her hair carried the same scent.
She is gone now… Pneumonia.
Our favourite pastime, jogging in the rain, killed her. It filled her lungs, and we failed to catch it early. We thought it was a cold. When you know your partner is dying, and you can’t do anything… You feel hopeless.
And now I lay here, in the park by the pond. People around me panicking, screaming for a doctor. A small grin spreads across my face as my memories flood back. I feel as though I am ascending the stairs to the rooftop, to join Emi and Rin for one last lunch… Together.
Leave feedback please, I have actually found a few beginnings for a Miki route in my notes as well, and am considering following up on the idea and writing one. No promises though, I will be very busy with school, and if I start it now I will most likely never finish it.