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Title: The Only Exception - Scream
Fandom: Psychic Detective Yakumo
Characters/Pairing: Yakumo/Haruka
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2943
Prompt: #4 - Scream
Summary: Her screams, he did not find them pleasant to hear.
Author's Notes: Creepy fanfic, but fun to write. I feel like a masochist.
He was too late this time.
He heard the second scream, and he wasn't even inside the building yet. No one was around, it was 3 at night.
Normal people would be sleeping, but he was not normal and neither were those screams.
He slams the door open and wuns for the stairs as soon as he sees them.
You can never trust elevators, not in a situation like this, it would mean you're as good as dead.
And he sure as hell didn't want anyone to die today.
He's heard screams before. Screams of people when they ride a rollercoaster, those screams are out of terror, adrenaline, and for fun. Screams of people when they're watching a thriller movie, those screams are because they're scared for the people in the movie. Screams in a haunted house in an amusement park, those are screams someone would make when they're frightened.
There goes another scream, the third one.
These three screams that he's heard in less than a minute, they are not normal screams.
He runs up the stairs, bitterly wondering why this psycho had to pick a building with fifteen floors. His eyes widened when he thought about it some more and came to the conclusion that the psycho wanted him to hear these screams.
The psycho had said he wanted them to see eye to eye, for Yakumo to understand him better.
Yakumo doesn't understand why he is so lazy anymore. If he wasn't always sleeping, he might be up at the fifteenth floor by now, but no, he's only at the sixth.
The numbers indicating the floors seem to go by slower and slower and when he sees the number seven go by is when he hears the fourth scream.
He used to like the number five, it was his favourite. Not anymore, he's hoping he won't have to hear five screams in less than five minutes.
This case was not normal. Yakumo had a creeping suspicion when he started the case. No case was normal, he knew that, but there was this dark feeling to the case. He'd felt this feeling before, but he'd known the Nanase Family Quadruple Murder Case wasn't normal since he heard about it on TV. That was covered by the media extensively but they had just recently solved it, with his "father" being involved in it.
This time, his "father" wasn't behind anything. There was a psycho, but this psyho was not him.
Number eight, only seven more floors to go. Yakumo wonders if he'll make it, then forces himself to not even think of that possibility.
He must make it in time before ...certain events.
There was a ghost involved in this case. There's always a ghost in the case when Yakumo's involved, but this ghost wasn't the one wreaking havoc, something he figured out too late.
He hears another scream. Five is a horrible number. He no longer has a favourite number, five is far too much. Too much screaming, he'd rather silence.
But at this point, silence would be worse than screams.
At the least, screams indicate life.
This case was horrific, things meant to be in horror movies. These things should never happen in real life, but they did.
People were murdered. With a ghost involved, there's always murder.
Yakumo knows ghosts are just forms with large amounts of emotions, he was brought on the case to see if he could find the problem with the ghost.
He's on floor ten now, he only needs to run up five more floors. He can feel his lungs tightening in his chest. He needs to stop to breathe, his body is not used to this physical exercise. His legs are aching, the stairs are taking too much out of him.
But he must keep going, this is not about him right now. This is someone else's life on the line, a few aches and pains were nothing compared to a life being taken away when he had the chance to do something about it.
The horrors in the psychiatric hospital were just that, horrific. There were people murdered with axes, and they would always find the axe covered in blood, blood dripping down the handle - drip, drop. Other times it'd be people stabbed and messages written by the blood of the murdered patients on the wall, 'I hope someone would understand my pain now,' or 'What you feel now is nothing to what I felt'. Sometimes they'd find fingers chopped up. But it was more than that. They would take the fingers and chop them into tiny pieces. One times they find a pinkie finger, but it was a pile of mush because someone had taken the hospital's blender from the kitchen and blended the shopped finger and poured into the cup and left it on the counter, as though it was waiting for someone to drink it.
Gotou thought it was a ghost haunting the mental institution. Yakumo didn't believe that a ghost's spirit would be able to do such things, and then he met him.
He was not normal, as he was a patient in the institution, but Yakumo saw him as emotionally pained.
At the time, Yakumo just didn't know to what extent.
Floor thirteen, he can hear voices now. Yakumo thinks he's heard more than five screams but he doesn't know. He's trying to tune them out. He wasn't masochistic, he wouldn't force himself to feel pain from hearing the screams. It's not that he lost count, he just does not want to know. He counted until five, meaning he failed more than five times.
Why could I have not gotten here sooner? He can't help but yell at himself. If he'd been smarter he would he would found out who was behind the murders.
Then he wouldn't have been forced to listen to these screams.
The man, the psycho who was on the roof at this very moment forcing those large screams out of such a tiny person, was one of those patients. Yakumo had felt bad for him because it seemed to everyone that all of those patients that tried to befriend him were the ones who would be murdered. Yakumo never liked working on this case, far too bloody. He still doesn't understand how the police can stand to be there. Patients were terrified for their lives, the "ghost" was scaring them, making them think they'd be the next target - forcing them to be less sane than they already were.
Yakumo had been searching for a ghost this whole time, and when he did find a ghost in that hospital, it was one of a nurse who was worried sick for one of her favourite patients and probably wouldn't leave this world until that patient left the hospital.
That's when Yakumo started wondering. Who would murder these people?
And then that man, that sick psycho, came up to Yakumo one day and said, "One day, Yakumo, me and you, we'll understand each other a lot better. Maybe one day, you'll get to see what I had to live through."
Yakumo hadn't thought anything of it, he was in a mental institution for crying out loud! This man was probably having an episode or something. He'd heard from the nurses that he'd had a life changing experience that put him there, apparently he always told people that no one would understand what he went through. He practically refused the treatment they offered him.
That's when Yakumo found out. He knew there wasn't any ghost related to this case, but at that point he was in the case too deep and had to find out who was doing this. What type of sick, mental person did this?
And then he realized that only a mental person would do this, they'd have to be horribly sick in the head. So he concluded, it had to be a patient.
Then he got permission to look at their files, and the first patient he looked up?
Of course it just had to be that psycho, that crazy man.
The psycho's wife was murdered, by some mentally sick person. But there was more to it, she was tortured. In worse ways that those patients had been killed, tortured in ways that Yakumo didn't even want to think about - because he could only hope there was no such thing like that happening up on that roof right that second to cause those screams.
But the worst part for the psycho wasn't when he saw his wife's body after she'd been killed.
He'd been there to witness her being tortured. He was strapped to a chair, unable to break away, and was forced to watch and listen as his wife's life was slowly and painfully taken away.
No one should have to experience that, Yakumo had thought when he read it. No wonder he thinks no one would understand.
He ran past the number fourteen. Yakumo never thought he would make it,and just then he heard anther scream - but this time, it stopped half way.
A shiver runs through him and he tries to run faster, but knows it is foolish. Even if he did make it, he was dead tired and the man would only end up killing him because he wasn't able to defend anyone.
Yakumo knows there were only a couple more steps, but if only he'd been here even five minutes before, that would have been five less minutes of torture for her.
He actually made a large effort to keep her out of this case. There were only so many horrors a person should see in their lifetime, but due to his red eye - he was doomed to see more and learn more than any human. He could at least try to save the innocent from that though, right?
Haruka didn't have to know about this case, and she'd only get nightmares anyways. It's not like she'd be of help, she wouldn't be able to get a clear head in that type of atmosphere, where you know a patient could die horrendously as soon as you left the hospital - or worse, while you were still there.
He never liked coming along on his cases, they just weren't... fitting for her. She was the epitome of innocence, and to put her into a horror movie, was just cold hearted.
But somehow she'd squirmed her way into tagging along, just like she always did. She'd only been to the hospital once, but in that one visit, the psycho had seen her.
And now he had the perfect person to use to relay his own experience that he had to endure with his wife, except with Yakumo and Haruka.
Yakumo had just found out it'd been that psycho that was behind the murderers and just called the police when Haruka's cell phone called him. He had picked up immediately only to hear the voice of that man, telling him what methods he'd use to torture Haruka before he killed her and what building he was in.
Yakumo called the police quickly, but they were across town on another case so he just ran and ran. He would not, and could not lose another.
He'd lost his mother and his only father figure, his uncle. That was far too much already, you just can't take her too.
And as soon as he'd reached the building he'd hear a scream.
Now, the thing about these screams were that Yakumo had never heard something like them. They weren't interesting to particularly fascinating, no, nothing like that.
He just never wants to hear one of those again. Only his uncle knows that after his mother tried to kill him, he'd stopped dreaming completely.
If he still had nightmares, those screams would be the highlight of them.
They were so full of raw terror and fear, just hearing it made him fear and he sees ghosts on a daily basis.
No one ever wants to hear such a noise.
Fifteen, the number went by and only a couple more steps. Maybe fifteen steps more, now fourteen, and thirteen.
Just a couple more and then he hears another scream.
He bolts past the door, crashing it open.
He surverys the scene before quickly, Haruka is tied to a chair - her eyes wide - the man is standing at the edge of the fence that surrounds the roof, staring out at the dark sky, well away from her.
Yakumo runs to Haruka, and cuts her free with a pocket knife that he kept after being kidnapped by Miyuki Nanase. Haruka is covered in cuts done by a blade, that are bleeding but not profusely.
The ways that the man told Yakumo he'd torture Haruka with were not used. She may be scratched up, but they would heal and maybe some scars would be left.
The man, on the other hand, was the one severely injured. He has cuts that, judging by the amount of blood pouring out, are very deep. Yakumo can only see his profile as the man is facing the other direction, had newly created scars covering the surface.
His clothes are soaked in blood, and Yakumo realizes that the torture methods he said he'd use on Haruka were ones he used on himself.
And that's when Yakumo has the urge to let out his dinner but holds it in. The woman beside him is crying furiously, her eyes still wide.
The psycho himself, turns around to face Yakumo and his face looks surprised as though he doesn't know he arrived.
Yakumo stares back blankly, and thinks that if there was ever a moment he'd need to use a poker face, then it was now.
"Well, well, I guess you've arrived!" To Yakumo, he sounds as though he's greeting him at a party. "You just missed the big news I told this lovely, young lady beside you though. Shame, I'll just have to repeat myself. Excuse me for a minute," he turns away from Yakumo and Haruka to cough out some blood behind him, and then he turns back to face them with a grin, "Sorry about that, as I was saying, I decided weeks ago that I wanted to leave this world but I wanted to do it... with a bang! I mean look at how my wife died, can't let Kiyomi take all the glory now, can we?" He chuckles but his grin seemes more forced than before, but Yakumo is way past feeling sympathy for the psycho.
"And then you came in the hospital with her one day and I had an opportunity to do just that! Although it's a bit of a clumsier remake of Kiyomi's death, it'll do. But, I have a little twist that differen't from my wife's death that'll happen soon enough." The man grins manically, and Yakumo has to listen to Haruka, who could only sob harder and harder as more words come out of the man's mouth.
"I had to witness my wife die in front of my eyes. Watch her as she was tortured, re-live those cries as she called my name frantically every night and day because she would not ever leave my head!" The man would not stop grinning. "And hopefully, Yakumo, we now understand each other a little better. Well, as long as you understand me, I've accomplished my goal."Yakumo stands silently as the man looks away to look at the sky again, his hair flowing in the wind.
The psycho looks back at the both of them, Haruka and Yakumo who are both standing there frozen in shock, and he smiles genuinely at them, almost feeling sympathetic to what they have to go through because of him.
"Have a fun life, Haruka, Yakumo."
And then he jumps.
For the past hours, Yakumo has heard Haruka crying. He heard her crying when she was tied to the chair, when the police arrived and wrapped a blanket around her, when they put her into an ambulance, when they were stitching her up, and now as she lay in a hospital, a normal hospital at least, bed.
She won't stop crying, but he doesn't want her to stop crying. He doesn't necessarily want her to cry either.
He just knows he wants her to stop hurting, and he wants himself to stop hurting her.
But when he'd tried to leave before, not just the hospital but out of her life for good, she'd just cried harder and latched onto his arm until he had been forced to sit down again or drag her out with him.
She has her scars, but in time they will heal and the doctors say they will disappear in a few weeks.
So, as she did when his uncle passed away, he silently sits with her as she hold his arm and he holds hers, in a comforting way, he supposes.
It's not like he isn't shaken by that experience, either. He will never forget it, who could truly forget something like that?
He will never forget her screams, and he can only hope he will never be forced to hear them again.
She will never forget what that man did to himself, and how much she truly values life and everyone in it.
But all that stuff doesn't seem to matter much as she lays in the white hospital bed, in the white room with white walls and white bed sheet, clutching his arm as he lets her and softly clutches hers, sitting in his chair.
As they savour each other's presence, not really doing or saying anything.
Just being by each other's side during this time is enough of a comfort for the both of them.
It's more than enough."
Haruka only laughed at his words."
Fandom: Psychic Detective Yakumo
Characters/Pairing: Yakumo/Haruka
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2943
Prompt: #4 - Scream
Summary: Her screams, he did not find them pleasant to hear.
Author's Notes: Creepy fanfic, but fun to write. I feel like a masochist.
He was too late this time.
He heard the second scream, and he wasn't even inside the building yet. No one was around, it was 3 at night.
Normal people would be sleeping, but he was not normal and neither were those screams.
He slams the door open and wuns for the stairs as soon as he sees them.
You can never trust elevators, not in a situation like this, it would mean you're as good as dead.
And he sure as hell didn't want anyone to die today.
He's heard screams before. Screams of people when they ride a rollercoaster, those screams are out of terror, adrenaline, and for fun. Screams of people when they're watching a thriller movie, those screams are because they're scared for the people in the movie. Screams in a haunted house in an amusement park, those are screams someone would make when they're frightened.
There goes another scream, the third one.
These three screams that he's heard in less than a minute, they are not normal screams.
He runs up the stairs, bitterly wondering why this psycho had to pick a building with fifteen floors. His eyes widened when he thought about it some more and came to the conclusion that the psycho wanted him to hear these screams.
The psycho had said he wanted them to see eye to eye, for Yakumo to understand him better.
Yakumo doesn't understand why he is so lazy anymore. If he wasn't always sleeping, he might be up at the fifteenth floor by now, but no, he's only at the sixth.
The numbers indicating the floors seem to go by slower and slower and when he sees the number seven go by is when he hears the fourth scream.
He used to like the number five, it was his favourite. Not anymore, he's hoping he won't have to hear five screams in less than five minutes.
This case was not normal. Yakumo had a creeping suspicion when he started the case. No case was normal, he knew that, but there was this dark feeling to the case. He'd felt this feeling before, but he'd known the Nanase Family Quadruple Murder Case wasn't normal since he heard about it on TV. That was covered by the media extensively but they had just recently solved it, with his "father" being involved in it.
This time, his "father" wasn't behind anything. There was a psycho, but this psyho was not him.
Number eight, only seven more floors to go. Yakumo wonders if he'll make it, then forces himself to not even think of that possibility.
He must make it in time before ...certain events.
There was a ghost involved in this case. There's always a ghost in the case when Yakumo's involved, but this ghost wasn't the one wreaking havoc, something he figured out too late.
He hears another scream. Five is a horrible number. He no longer has a favourite number, five is far too much. Too much screaming, he'd rather silence.
But at this point, silence would be worse than screams.
At the least, screams indicate life.
This case was horrific, things meant to be in horror movies. These things should never happen in real life, but they did.
People were murdered. With a ghost involved, there's always murder.
Yakumo knows ghosts are just forms with large amounts of emotions, he was brought on the case to see if he could find the problem with the ghost.
He's on floor ten now, he only needs to run up five more floors. He can feel his lungs tightening in his chest. He needs to stop to breathe, his body is not used to this physical exercise. His legs are aching, the stairs are taking too much out of him.
But he must keep going, this is not about him right now. This is someone else's life on the line, a few aches and pains were nothing compared to a life being taken away when he had the chance to do something about it.
The horrors in the psychiatric hospital were just that, horrific. There were people murdered with axes, and they would always find the axe covered in blood, blood dripping down the handle - drip, drop. Other times it'd be people stabbed and messages written by the blood of the murdered patients on the wall, 'I hope someone would understand my pain now,' or 'What you feel now is nothing to what I felt'. Sometimes they'd find fingers chopped up. But it was more than that. They would take the fingers and chop them into tiny pieces. One times they find a pinkie finger, but it was a pile of mush because someone had taken the hospital's blender from the kitchen and blended the shopped finger and poured into the cup and left it on the counter, as though it was waiting for someone to drink it.
Gotou thought it was a ghost haunting the mental institution. Yakumo didn't believe that a ghost's spirit would be able to do such things, and then he met him.
He was not normal, as he was a patient in the institution, but Yakumo saw him as emotionally pained.
At the time, Yakumo just didn't know to what extent.
Floor thirteen, he can hear voices now. Yakumo thinks he's heard more than five screams but he doesn't know. He's trying to tune them out. He wasn't masochistic, he wouldn't force himself to feel pain from hearing the screams. It's not that he lost count, he just does not want to know. He counted until five, meaning he failed more than five times.
Why could I have not gotten here sooner? He can't help but yell at himself. If he'd been smarter he would he would found out who was behind the murders.
Then he wouldn't have been forced to listen to these screams.
The man, the psycho who was on the roof at this very moment forcing those large screams out of such a tiny person, was one of those patients. Yakumo had felt bad for him because it seemed to everyone that all of those patients that tried to befriend him were the ones who would be murdered. Yakumo never liked working on this case, far too bloody. He still doesn't understand how the police can stand to be there. Patients were terrified for their lives, the "ghost" was scaring them, making them think they'd be the next target - forcing them to be less sane than they already were.
Yakumo had been searching for a ghost this whole time, and when he did find a ghost in that hospital, it was one of a nurse who was worried sick for one of her favourite patients and probably wouldn't leave this world until that patient left the hospital.
That's when Yakumo started wondering. Who would murder these people?
And then that man, that sick psycho, came up to Yakumo one day and said, "One day, Yakumo, me and you, we'll understand each other a lot better. Maybe one day, you'll get to see what I had to live through."
Yakumo hadn't thought anything of it, he was in a mental institution for crying out loud! This man was probably having an episode or something. He'd heard from the nurses that he'd had a life changing experience that put him there, apparently he always told people that no one would understand what he went through. He practically refused the treatment they offered him.
That's when Yakumo found out. He knew there wasn't any ghost related to this case, but at that point he was in the case too deep and had to find out who was doing this. What type of sick, mental person did this?
And then he realized that only a mental person would do this, they'd have to be horribly sick in the head. So he concluded, it had to be a patient.
Then he got permission to look at their files, and the first patient he looked up?
Of course it just had to be that psycho, that crazy man.
The psycho's wife was murdered, by some mentally sick person. But there was more to it, she was tortured. In worse ways that those patients had been killed, tortured in ways that Yakumo didn't even want to think about - because he could only hope there was no such thing like that happening up on that roof right that second to cause those screams.
But the worst part for the psycho wasn't when he saw his wife's body after she'd been killed.
He'd been there to witness her being tortured. He was strapped to a chair, unable to break away, and was forced to watch and listen as his wife's life was slowly and painfully taken away.
No one should have to experience that, Yakumo had thought when he read it. No wonder he thinks no one would understand.
He ran past the number fourteen. Yakumo never thought he would make it,and just then he heard anther scream - but this time, it stopped half way.
A shiver runs through him and he tries to run faster, but knows it is foolish. Even if he did make it, he was dead tired and the man would only end up killing him because he wasn't able to defend anyone.
Yakumo knows there were only a couple more steps, but if only he'd been here even five minutes before, that would have been five less minutes of torture for her.
He actually made a large effort to keep her out of this case. There were only so many horrors a person should see in their lifetime, but due to his red eye - he was doomed to see more and learn more than any human. He could at least try to save the innocent from that though, right?
Haruka didn't have to know about this case, and she'd only get nightmares anyways. It's not like she'd be of help, she wouldn't be able to get a clear head in that type of atmosphere, where you know a patient could die horrendously as soon as you left the hospital - or worse, while you were still there.
He never liked coming along on his cases, they just weren't... fitting for her. She was the epitome of innocence, and to put her into a horror movie, was just cold hearted.
But somehow she'd squirmed her way into tagging along, just like she always did. She'd only been to the hospital once, but in that one visit, the psycho had seen her.
And now he had the perfect person to use to relay his own experience that he had to endure with his wife, except with Yakumo and Haruka.
Yakumo had just found out it'd been that psycho that was behind the murderers and just called the police when Haruka's cell phone called him. He had picked up immediately only to hear the voice of that man, telling him what methods he'd use to torture Haruka before he killed her and what building he was in.
Yakumo called the police quickly, but they were across town on another case so he just ran and ran. He would not, and could not lose another.
He'd lost his mother and his only father figure, his uncle. That was far too much already, you just can't take her too.
And as soon as he'd reached the building he'd hear a scream.
Now, the thing about these screams were that Yakumo had never heard something like them. They weren't interesting to particularly fascinating, no, nothing like that.
He just never wants to hear one of those again. Only his uncle knows that after his mother tried to kill him, he'd stopped dreaming completely.
If he still had nightmares, those screams would be the highlight of them.
They were so full of raw terror and fear, just hearing it made him fear and he sees ghosts on a daily basis.
No one ever wants to hear such a noise.
Fifteen, the number went by and only a couple more steps. Maybe fifteen steps more, now fourteen, and thirteen.
Just a couple more and then he hears another scream.
He bolts past the door, crashing it open.
He surverys the scene before quickly, Haruka is tied to a chair - her eyes wide - the man is standing at the edge of the fence that surrounds the roof, staring out at the dark sky, well away from her.
Yakumo runs to Haruka, and cuts her free with a pocket knife that he kept after being kidnapped by Miyuki Nanase. Haruka is covered in cuts done by a blade, that are bleeding but not profusely.
The ways that the man told Yakumo he'd torture Haruka with were not used. She may be scratched up, but they would heal and maybe some scars would be left.
The man, on the other hand, was the one severely injured. He has cuts that, judging by the amount of blood pouring out, are very deep. Yakumo can only see his profile as the man is facing the other direction, had newly created scars covering the surface.
His clothes are soaked in blood, and Yakumo realizes that the torture methods he said he'd use on Haruka were ones he used on himself.
And that's when Yakumo has the urge to let out his dinner but holds it in. The woman beside him is crying furiously, her eyes still wide.
The psycho himself, turns around to face Yakumo and his face looks surprised as though he doesn't know he arrived.
Yakumo stares back blankly, and thinks that if there was ever a moment he'd need to use a poker face, then it was now.
"Well, well, I guess you've arrived!" To Yakumo, he sounds as though he's greeting him at a party. "You just missed the big news I told this lovely, young lady beside you though. Shame, I'll just have to repeat myself. Excuse me for a minute," he turns away from Yakumo and Haruka to cough out some blood behind him, and then he turns back to face them with a grin, "Sorry about that, as I was saying, I decided weeks ago that I wanted to leave this world but I wanted to do it... with a bang! I mean look at how my wife died, can't let Kiyomi take all the glory now, can we?" He chuckles but his grin seemes more forced than before, but Yakumo is way past feeling sympathy for the psycho.
"And then you came in the hospital with her one day and I had an opportunity to do just that! Although it's a bit of a clumsier remake of Kiyomi's death, it'll do. But, I have a little twist that differen't from my wife's death that'll happen soon enough." The man grins manically, and Yakumo has to listen to Haruka, who could only sob harder and harder as more words come out of the man's mouth.
"I had to witness my wife die in front of my eyes. Watch her as she was tortured, re-live those cries as she called my name frantically every night and day because she would not ever leave my head!" The man would not stop grinning. "And hopefully, Yakumo, we now understand each other a little better. Well, as long as you understand me, I've accomplished my goal."Yakumo stands silently as the man looks away to look at the sky again, his hair flowing in the wind.
The psycho looks back at the both of them, Haruka and Yakumo who are both standing there frozen in shock, and he smiles genuinely at them, almost feeling sympathetic to what they have to go through because of him.
"Have a fun life, Haruka, Yakumo."
And then he jumps.
For the past hours, Yakumo has heard Haruka crying. He heard her crying when she was tied to the chair, when the police arrived and wrapped a blanket around her, when they put her into an ambulance, when they were stitching her up, and now as she lay in a hospital, a normal hospital at least, bed.
She won't stop crying, but he doesn't want her to stop crying. He doesn't necessarily want her to cry either.
He just knows he wants her to stop hurting, and he wants himself to stop hurting her.
But when he'd tried to leave before, not just the hospital but out of her life for good, she'd just cried harder and latched onto his arm until he had been forced to sit down again or drag her out with him.
She has her scars, but in time they will heal and the doctors say they will disappear in a few weeks.
So, as she did when his uncle passed away, he silently sits with her as she hold his arm and he holds hers, in a comforting way, he supposes.
It's not like he isn't shaken by that experience, either. He will never forget it, who could truly forget something like that?
He will never forget her screams, and he can only hope he will never be forced to hear them again.
She will never forget what that man did to himself, and how much she truly values life and everyone in it.
But all that stuff doesn't seem to matter much as she lays in the white hospital bed, in the white room with white walls and white bed sheet, clutching his arm as he lets her and softly clutches hers, sitting in his chair.
As they savour each other's presence, not really doing or saying anything.
Just being by each other's side during this time is enough of a comfort for the both of them.
It's more than enough."
Haruka only laughed at his words."