死

When she died, he knew: Things were falling apart. All of a sudden, his memory seemed blank and what was a dream and what had actually happened in her short life? Rainy days spent indoors with a shared cup of hot chocolate, legs and arms splayed out in the grass, kisses on slippery necks in a tub full of bubbles and lavender.

"Yukito-kun, I want to eat strawberry shortcake." It was her favorite.

It was a subtle romance, one that bloomed when Sakura was only fifteen – naïve and oh so, so soft to the touch. He swallowed her completely, Yukito had never wanted something so there, something so absolutely attainable. And he had her, over and over again, in her father's study, in his murky bedroom… It was his sin, and he couldn't control himself.

All the while, Touya watched silently. Those sultry dips in his dear sister's neck, a sharp moan coming from his best friend's parted lips, a full view of her barely-there chest, heaving up and down. It was too much to take. He was disgusted, put simply. How could someone just sit by and watch all of this beautiful chaos happen right before their eyes, you ask? Touya could. He was always a quiet one as a child, his father would say.

And what would Yukito have done differently, if given the chance?

END.