Interviewer (feat. Megurine Luka)

Before I self critique the music by クワガタＰ(AKA, KuwagataP),
I'd like to show you the One Peice tag I kept.
(You'll understand if you read my last blog.)
By the way,  you see the letters that say "One Peice"?
They have these sparkly gold effect in real life.

Front

Back

Alright, now back to Luka's song.
I looked back at it and realized it was like me.
Sure, I may seem like a happy, optimistic, girl with a beautiful life,
but in reality, nobody's life can ever be like that.
Even I want to stab myself in the heart sometimes.

This is the link and it'll open on a new window or tab on your computer.
I'm writing this while I'm listening to it,
so why don't you do it too?
By the way, prepare tissues if you need to.
I feel like I'm going to cry, writing this.

I used to have a person I loved.
In my opinion, I couldn't call him my boyfriend,
but I looked at him from afar.
(And also, I may be 13,
but that doesn't mean I can't love anyone, right?
Juliet loved Romeo at the age of 13 or 14 ;P)
Let's call him... How about Leon?
I love that name.
Leon was kind and gentle.
He had the most soft expression,
and his eyes twinkled when he smiled.
Let me just tell you one thing;
his sky blue eyes were the most beautiful thing I ever seen.

We went to school together,
and sometimes talked together.
But I realized his health conditions weren't very good,
and he always sat on a bench during P.E.
I have asthma, so I sometimes talked to him.

One day he had a really sad expression on him.
I asked what was wrong and he whispered,
"I can't come to school tomorrow,
since time won't wait for me."
I questioned him what he meant,
but he just shook his head and smiled.

And what he said was true.
He didn't come.
Nor did he come the next day, or the next.
A week passed,
so I decided to ask one of his close friends for his e-mail.
He gave me his email and this is what I wrote.
I copied and pasted it into the blog entry
(that is, of course, I replaced the name):

Dear Leon,

You told me in PE that you said you wouldn't come.
And you didn't. For a whole week.
Why? I'm worried, so please tell me.
You looked so sad and lost your shine.
I can always lend you an ear, okay?

From, Miyuki Fujikage

And soon, I got a letter... About three days later.

Dear Miyuki,

I'm kind of happy you contacted me.
If you come to this address,
I'll tell you all about it...

From, Leon

I cut off the address part,
since I want this to be kept private.
I got there by cab and realized that it was a hospital.
I was getting really scared and my heart was beating real loud.
But I couldn't turn back now,
so I went inside, and waited at the lobby,
waiting for the appointed time.
Leon came out of an elevator and quietly signaled me to follow him.
I did, but I was filled with questions.
I kept telling myself, He'll get out soon. Don't worry.

Disaster struck. It was cancer.
Heart cancer. The really rare one.
He spoke quietly and I visited him every day till the destined time for him to go.
I wish I could've told him my feelings, really.
Ah, forbidden love.
I'm so shaken from it, that I'm even writing a story about it.

But the way this links to Luka's "Interviewer",
is how she kept singing about how she thought that even if she was replaced by someone,
nobody would care at all. And that's how I felt,
after crying day and night about his death.
And after that the days seemed to remain the same.
Over, and over, and over...
Well, took me long enough to itch my scab off, Luka.
It really hurt, so people out there that know a friend with a cancer that leads to death;
you are most definitely not alone.

This event really made me wonder,
if there was song to help me not feel alone,
drowning in the ocean of tears.
I then had so many things to ask him.
Then after that my tangled up thoughts ended with one thought.
I wanted him to say "I love you" or something to me.
Foolish, huh?

And as of my friends who knew I like him,
they were so worried when I wore a fake smile.
That kind of made me sink lower.
That just made me curl up in the corner,
with no one there to comfort me.
It was like wondering who would sit,
in the empty seat next to me.

KuwagatP did an excellent job of using Luka's voice,
and making it sound so desprate, but lilt,
in that sad kind of way.
Lilt but crying. Happy but sad.
Even opposites cross and intertwine, don't they?