twelve

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I would be with you forever if I could.

It was late at night. The moon was rising. He approached me from behind.

"Thought I would find you here." He said. My eyes met with his.

I didn't reply, I moved my eyes back to the view infront of me. The cherry blossom swaying lightly above me, almost reaching low enough to surround me. He sat down next to me.

This was the last day I had with him. Before he finds out. And I had to be the one to tell him.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked me.

"I don't know...you."

He looked over to me with a confused glare. But I kept my eyes straight forward.

"You seem different today." He huffed.

He was right, the happiness I used to feel was fading. He could see the pain in my eyes, and placed his hand on top on mine, our fingers intertwining.

I was able to control my quirk around him. Something I never thought I would be able to do. Is it because I trust him? Or something more?

"I'm fine, really." I smiled. The pain was obvious, but I wasn't lying. This was the only way to protect him. And if I can at least save him, then I'll be okay.

The silence began to grow, it was comfortable though. I turned my face towards his, saying nothing, just admiring him. There's so many things I wish I could tell him. Like how he makes me feel free. Or how when he takes my hand, I feel warm.

Is this what falling in love feels like?

I leaned back into his chest, letting myself relax into his arms.

Nothing last forever though.

"Listen, I'm worried." He said causing me to sit up slightly. I felt the atmosphere tense up.

"I know there's something you're not telling me."

My eyes widened.

"You won't tell me you're name and you've never even mentioned your quirk." His voice lost it's softness.

I moved myself away from him.

"And, that night, the night you told me that you heard me talking to Kirishima. The night that Aizawa was killed..."

The memories began flashing back into my brain. Aizawa's face, frozen into stone, was engraved into my brain.

"Why were you there?" His eyebrows furrowed.

I felt my chest tighten. I didn't want it to be like this. I wanted to spend one last night with him. It's too soon. My throat began to clench up and I felt my hands shaking slightly.

"Who really are you?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but I had nothing to say. My eyes were staring straight at his.

"Katsuki-"

"Answer me." His voice was stern.

"Please, you'll know soon." I stuttered.

"That's not good enough! You say that every time." His anger was rising.

"Please-"

"Please what?!"

"Not tonight."

"What do you mean?! Do you just expect to sit here and fall in love with someone who won't tell me anything? Not even their name." He spat.

Love?

"Fall in love?" My voice was quiet.

He turned his head away, realising what he had just said.

"Make it stop!"

"Monster!"

My mother's cries echoed in my head. I had ruined them. Innocent lives. I was the one who took away their freedom.

And now I'm doing that to Katsuki. How can he be free if he's falling in love with someone like me. Who only exists to cause pain. Destruction.

Someone who lied to him, who killed his friend. How can a heart like his ever love a heart like mine?

"We should have never met." I said, his eyes squinted with pain.

This was the only way. He needed to know the truth.

"You really think a villain and a hero could fall inlove. You're so oblivious Katsuki. You actually thought you could change me. That you could heal me? You know nothing about me."

His eyes looked down.

"You deserve to know the truth. But please, before you do."

I moved slightly closer to him, his eyes looked up to mine. A glossy coat of tears covering them. I wiped the tear away that began to fall.

My eyes began to twitch in pain. I'm so sorry, Katsuki.

I cupped his cheek and smiled gently. A singular tear ran down my cheek.

I leaned in and placed my lips on his. His lips were soft. He kissed back, slowly in pace with me. Our lips were in sync, I felt his heartbeat against my chest. But it hurt to know that this would be the last time. The last time I would feel the warmth of his skin against mine.

I pulled away slowly.

"I'm so sorry." I said through tears.

I removed myself from his grasp, knowing that was the last time I would see him.

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