Changes

I let out a soft gasp in horror of what I see. The dark crimson colour of blood seeps around the prodding silver blade in Jacksons chest. A diamond tear trickles down my cheek as I realise where ever I go, death follows, close on my heals with a silent but haunting cry. 

Slowly darkness covers everything, masking the fires. For a moment as it all disperse I see the sweet city that had once held sanctuary for me cycles ago. For a mere moment I remember home. A time so long ago with Darius. 

Suddenly I am not sure I am in Tokyo anymore, but I must be, but I don’t care because I see him. The dark figure of a looming man fills my vision and there he stands, I know it is him with the way his whole body slouches over, staring intently at what lays before him. His head tilts slightly. That small movement reminds me of countless times where he’d desperately tried to figure something out but couldn’t. It reminded me of when he’d looked at... me. I had always been a puzzle he couldn’t figure out.

“Dar...”

His back snaps up in shock as I say this and the weighted orbs of his eyes fall upon me.

I take a small step back frightened. 

I feel the warmth of his arms elope me and the burning pressure of his lips against mine. They ignite the flames that had burnt deep cycles ago.

I knew why my spirit had drawn me back to Tokyo. My cheek burns with the snapping sound of the slap calling though the air.

This would not be a happy reunion. It was too late, something had changed when I’d left. Something bitter had clawed its way free into his heart.