Shouldn’t be a Good in Goodbye
Three months left until graduation. Miyuki's been thinking of a lot of things. Their last summer, the first years, the team. He gripped his bat tighter. It has been a long way. It felt like yesterday when he, Kuramochi, Zono and other 3rd years now entered Seido. The out of this world trainings, the unending three bowls of rice, the cries and desperation, the laughs and tears. It felt like yesterday. Miyuki heaved a deep breath.
"Why am I thinking about these things." he whispered to himself and sat on the ground. The smell of the grass immediately filled his nostrils.
Looking back, it wretched his heart. The annoying sound of Sawamura. "Miyuki-senpai, you need to catch for me." The sight behind the homeplate. The adrenaline every game. The depression, the happiness, the celebration. How can he forget these things. Then he remembered;
"You do not need to forget them, keep them, learn from them, love them. That's the purpose of memories. You need to cherish them and make them your weapon in the future."
He finally let it go. He again sighed and lied down on the grass. Hands behind his head, he let go of the bat, lying ignored beside him. He then thought about their hardwork to make it to the Koshien. They really did it. They didn't let the coach resign. The happiness within while enduring the whole injury, the most fulfilling thing he did in his whole life. You see, Miyuki is not the type of person to comfort you with kind words or lies. It might really his best fulfilled thing.
"Kazuya, you do not need to hold back. Chase your dreams."
He never had the chance to make it up to the people who are kind to him. He always had that strong cover up on his weak state. So he cries himself alone, here, lying on the ground, arm covering his eyes. The warm liquid from his eye flowed down unto his ear.
How could he afford to. How can he leave his family. How can he leave his home.
"It's really okay, I swear. I'll just wait here for you."
"I'm happy to see you happy Kazuya. That's all I need to continue my worthless life."
"Thank you for making me realize how useless I am. You could have told me, right?"
"Thank you for everything."
"I don't want to leave. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to leave home. I already left one and I broke it apart."
Why are you calling me again? Why are you like this? I shouldn't have--
"You made me see the beauty of this world, that's why..."
--left you alone. That shouldn't be a--
He felt broken, no shattered. His heart right now is so unstable. Why did he remembered you? Why? Because you were always there to comfort him when he is this down. When he is this wrecked. When he is this lost. You were his home. You were his cure. Now that you're gone, where would he go.
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