I gently ran my fingers along her cheek. As if I was wiping away her tears. My tears.
There will be no more tears. Because I will smile for her.
There was a sparkle of silver as I took it out of my pocket.
A small delicate amulet dangled from its silver chain.
“Happy birthday Aoi-chan..”
I slowly lifted her neck and reached around to fasten the necklace. I stepped back to look at it. Now a silver bleeding heart rested between her collar bone.
These are the tears I cried for you, Aoi, and these are the last tears I will cry. It will be our memories together.
When you wake up, you can smile because you’ve stopped my tears.
-Note: The delicate Japanese bleeding heart is a type of flower.
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