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It's warm.

I loved you, and would do anything to have spent the rest of my life with you, and because I knew that you felt the same about me, I was able to say those words with pride. The way we looked at each other, the emotions we shared with our eyes alone, was more than enough to bring the gentle smile and the soft warmth that I so treasured.

It was so...
...beautiful.

What happened, on that day? In the moments following the eternal promise, a blinding light, a deafening roar of sound. And in my hands, a cold barrel with a warm, smoking end. Shouts and screams, a room glowing with love and warmth suddenly cast into chaos and destruction in the blink of an eye.

Nobody left alive, and ashes fluttering blackly in the still-smokey air, the aftermath of a misunderstood tragedy. People will look on the scene and say there were bad feelings, or maybe the families didn't approve, or I thought you weren't all mine.

...But I would never think those things. It would be an insult to our feelings if I couldn't at least trust the one I loved.

So why did I do it? Why, in those last moments after the words left my lips, was the only way I could think of to express my feelings to you...? There is no answer. Such an explanation doesn't exist, and nobody will ever know what happened here, because we didn't know ourselves until it was too late...no, not even then.

...Ah, I guess I can still move my head a little. If I'm allowed to be a little selfish, I'd at least like to see your face one more time. It's not hard - after all, you never left my side, even after the first impact pierced cleanly into you. Your face isn't damaged too much - it's a little surprising, but I'm happy. I couldn't bear it if, in our last moments, the face I cherished so much was marred by the sudden emotion that overcame me, that I'll never know.

...It's warm. Even though my limbs have already grown cold and still, there's still enough warmth left in me to be able to feel at least that much. The soft trickle from my forehead hurt at first, but all that's beginning to go away with everything else. I guess that's good enough for me. In the end, we did get to spend the rest of our lives together, and I know...

...I know that we loved each other the whole time.

"I love..."

~~~~~~~~~~

...A tragedy I envisioned while listening to some music, which you can find [link] (here), an instrumentalization of a song from a Russian movie called 'A Cruel Romance'. I don't understand Russian, so naturally I don't know the actual lyrics or meaning of the song, but listening to it gave me the image of an aftermath of a sad tragedy at a wedding between lovers. "Bang Bang, you shot me down..."

They really did love each other. Even I could never hope to understand what drove them to shoot each other. maybe that was just the only way they could think of to say "I do".

...I hope they manage to find happiness together, someday...

Description
It's warm.

I loved you, and would do anything to have spent the rest of my life with you, and because I knew that you felt the same about me, I was able to say those words with pride. The way we looked at each other, the emotions we shared with our eyes alone, was more than enough to bring the gentle smile and the soft warmth that I so treasured.

It was so...
...beautiful.

What happened, on that day? In the moments following the eternal promise, a blinding light, a deafening roar of sound. And in my hands, a cold barrel with a warm, smoking end. Shouts and screams, a room glowing with love and warmth suddenly cast into chaos and destruction in the blink of an eye.

Nobody left alive, and ashes fluttering blackly in the still-smokey air, the aftermath of a misunderstood tragedy. People will look on the scene and say there were bad feelings, or maybe the families didn't approve, or I thought you weren't all mine.

...But I would never think those things. It would be an insult to our feelings if I couldn't at least trust the one I loved.

So why did I do it? Why, in those last moments after the words left my lips, was the only way I could think of to express my feelings to you...? There is no answer. Such an explanation doesn't exist, and nobody will ever know what happened here, because we didn't know ourselves until it was too late...no, not even then.

...Ah, I guess I can still move my head a little. If I'm allowed to be a little selfish, I'd at least like to see your face one more time. It's not hard - after all, you never left my side, even after the first impact pierced cleanly into you. Your face isn't damaged too much - it's a little surprising, but I'm happy. I couldn't bear it if, in our last moments, the face I cherished so much was marred by the sudden emotion that overcame me, that I'll never know.

...It's warm. Even though my limbs have already grown cold and still, there's still enough warmth left in me to be able to feel at least that much. The soft trickle from my forehead hurt at first, but all that's beginning to go away with everything else. I guess that's good enough for me. In the end, we did get to spend the rest of our lives together, and I know...

...I know that we loved each other the whole time.

"I love..."

~~~~~~~~~~

...A tragedy I envisioned while listening to some music, which you can find [link] (here), an instrumentalization of a song from a Russian movie called 'A Cruel Romance'. I don't understand Russian, so naturally I don't know the actual lyrics or meaning of the song, but listening to it gave me the image of an aftermath of a sad tragedy at a wedding between lovers. "Bang Bang, you shot me down..."

They really did love each other. Even I could never hope to understand what drove them to shoot each other. maybe that was just the only way they could think of to say "I do".

...I hope they manage to find happiness together, someday...