I trust, I let you go, I never know if I will see you again. You fade from my sight as the gates between our worlds close, my heart wrenches hard in my chest. No one knows more clearly than I how fragile life is–who could know better than a shinigami? Death follows my tiny boat, I feel its chill breath lifting strands of my hair as I sail. I try to shut my love for you inside me, but it slips free each time our eyes meet, a silver koi swimming up to the golden light of your soul.
My first entry for Friday Fictioneers is a meditation on the difficult relationship between a young man who is still very much alive and a beautiful shinigami girl who loves him. The title was inspired by the lovely song of the same name.