That voice. It will surely be the death of me. That voice, it will haunt me in my darkest dreams.
Shizuo Heiwajima kept his head down low with his hands in his pockets. He made his way through the noisy city that he lived in. Even though there were many voices that the city held, there would only be one he could clearly recognize. Yet, just one syllable that would be spoken made Shizuo want to destroy the entire world. He'd destroy the entire world just so he couldn't hear that one voice ever again.
Buildings towered over what looked like a mundane city on the outside. They were the only survivors that could tell the stories about what truly happened in this place. They observed the town quietly and judging all of their actions. The horror and love they had seen were the best tales that they could tell. Although they were silenced, only those experiencing it would have the luxury to tell their stories, if they stayed alive long enough.
It had been only two months after his brother passed away in a car accident. The funeral reception was absolutely beautiful though. Kasuka didn't have an open casket one though; the scars and cuts messed up his face too much. Shizuo didn't even get to say goodbye to his brother. He didn't even get to see his passing on. The last memory was just a normal conversation about how he was going to visit Shizuo later to see how he was doing.
That was why he hated that voice. That was why he always would hate that voice as long as it was alive. That voice reminded him of how opposite the two people were. It reminded him of everything Kasuka wasn't. It reminded him of how no matter what he tried his darling brother would never come back into his arms.
If only I could take away that voice. Then maybe everything will be fine.