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Himeko, a very loved and heavenly person, a charming and glamorous personality, a graceful and elegant individual, has a tragic end. A deadly sickness.
Himeko is a very strong and brave person, how could have she gotten in such a situation? A deadly one? Such a mess?
Himeko always wears a lot of accessories. Rings, bracelets, earrings, necklaces, and not last, actually her most beloved, hair accessories. Her burning red crimson long hair, a lovely thing to look at, wore a lot of golden accessories. She had roses, stars, buttons, exoting flowers, butterfly-wings, all golden, shiny and exquisite. Some were even gifted by Kafka!
Oh right…
Her lover.. even if Kafka wasn't a 'good person', and wore a bounty of billions on her head.
Kafka didn't know about Himeko's sickness, health state or the agony and discomfort the red haired woman had to walk with. A struggle, a bother and a trouble.
Kafka was on a mission, a very tough one and for a long time. Himeko couldn't see the other woman, they couldn't meet, and the internet and the signal barely worked, barely the tiniest bit.
All she could do was write a letter. What an old-fashioned 'love' confession was this.. actually one filled with pain.
Himeko sat in her own room on The Astral Express, at her desk, she got a piece of paper and a pen and started writing in cursive,
" Hello, my dear Kafka!
Sadly the internet and signal connections are very bad, therefore i can not reach out to you. I know, this is not the usual way I'd contact you, I don't remember if i ever did it, in fact!" A tear dropped on the piece of paper.
"How are you doing? How /is/ was your mission? It will probably be over by the time you get this letter, by the time you read it. Well, I have some news. Some bad news, actually."
The pen started to feel heavier and heavier, she took a deep breath and exhaled,
"How am I going to write this.."
( Continues writing: )
"I have gotten a bad sickness, a deadly one rather, "
She started coughing.
"and it is not looking good, my dear. I fear I might be dead by the time you receive this, by the time you manage to read this."
Her heart was breaking.
"If I could, I would spend all this time I have left with you, make the best out of it. Just so you know, may the day ever come that I am not here, together with you, you will continue to shine like gold in my memories, I hope I will have my memories of you and I even in the afterlife, or whatever it is next and is waiting for me."
(Talk/Monologue)
"Shine like gold…like all the gold accessories you've gifted me, and all the love and affection that you offered me, all the ugly, sad and rainy days, you made it look as if it was raining with golden droplets.."
(Writing)
"I have loved you, and I will continue to love you until the end of time, when the world shatters in half, falls apart. But it seems it is me who shatters in half and falls apart."
If she could be granted one last wish it was to spend at least a day with Himeko.
"We aren't broken by love, my dear, we are broken by fate. You turned all my sadness, all my troubles, all my sufferings, all into a billion of glamorous and forever bright shining stars up into the sky. Once you said I'm the most exquisite and exotic flower, and that you'd hold me tight in my final hours if they were to happen. My beloved, do not feel bad if fate tears us apart and you can not do that. I love you.
-yours, Himeko from the Astral Express."
Kafka wore a red lipstick, one that Kafka has gifted her,
On the bottom of the page, she kissed it. Her lips were imprimed on the page.
She packed the letter, and put it on an envelope. The envelope wasn't too special, was glued with a tape, and on the back was written,
" From Himeko, from the Astral Express, for one and only, Kafka. "
Another kiss was now on the paper, right besides Kafka's name.
She flipped the envelope, now looking at the front of it. It is time to deliver it..
So fast? So quick? Already?
It only made Himeko want to cry more and more. She brought herself to pack it, and went to the machine where she put the letter in, sending it to the Stellaron Hunter's place, for Kafka.
Days and days pass. Kafka is still on the mission, Himeko is struggling. Closer to death. She lost all hope that Kafka will manage to receive and read the letter while she is still alive.
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Himeko has passed away. Everyone on the Astral Express, including Pom Pom, started crying. Himeko was a very loved individual, she was like a mother to all of them, and she always cared for each and every single one of them, as if they were her kids.
It was a disaster and a mess of sobs, screams and all sorts of things. Everyone was devastated.
The letter has reached Kafka.
As soon as the mission was finished and she was back in the Stellaron Hunters' place, she took her coat off and flipped the letter over. "Himeko" written on it.
"Oh, my my,.. that's romantic." Kafka said throughout some small giggles. It's tragic.
She sat down on the couch in the main hall, opened the envelope and got to the letter itself. A beautiful handwriting was waiting for Kafka, but sad, devastating and heart wrenching words.
"Aw did she miss me so much and got so worried, she wrote me a letter..?" Her face and tone were in massive awe. She noticed few kisses on the page, and it was done of course with Himeko's loving lips, and the lipstick Kafka gifted her.
As she kept reading on and on, she noticed a change.
Were there dried tears? Or was Himeko drinking while writing?
Whatever it was, Kafka felt a mood change. A sudden mood change.
She kept reading, all lines, all words, all individual and one by one words. It became devastating.
She was lost. "This has to be a very bad joke." She knew Himeko wasn't the one to joke so casually and so harshly, especially about something like this.
She kept going.
"Noo.." her breath was cut, and so was her whining.
Her eyes started to warm up uncomfortably, her palms to sweat, her whole body warm.
Tears filled her eyes.
''..don't be sad if fate tears us apart..i love you." She echoed, tears running down her face, now tears dying on her lips.
She quickly got up and went into her room. Fear pierced through her whole body, causing her to shake a little. No way this was true. It couldn't.
She called Himeko's phone once.
Twice. Thrice. Nobody answered. Not even the fourth time. Her body twitched. She was gone. Himeko was gone.
Kafka got up from her chair, and went to the drawer next to her bed where she had placed a bottle of wine that Himeko had given it to her as a gift, and Kafka treasured it for a long time. She decided to put it to use now.
One look at the letter, a mouthful of wine in one go. Then it went up to two mouthfuls. Three. Four.
More and more unbearable. One glass of wine when she would dare to glance over at the letter.
She was crying like there was no tomorrow. Tears filled her eyes, going down her beautiful face, shaking aggressively just at the thoughts and memories. Her lover has left and in a tragic way. Kafka ended up passing away from drinking too much, on her bed, and the letter over her chest.
They weren't torn apart by love. They got torn apart by fate. A cruel fate, a cruel word.