Preface.
Life. What is it, really? Do you know? If so, tell me. For I have no idea. Living. Floating through life with no real reason for it at all. That's how I see my existence.
Just sitting, watching the world fly past, people walk in and out. But they all, at some stage, leave. Through either there own choice or death. In the end, everyone leaves, and we are left alone. To fend for ourselves. Abandoned.
I sat on the clump of leaved and stared up at the broken ceiling. I was soaked to the bone and shivering. But this wasn't the first time. Last night, a freak stormed had swept through Kamakura, without warning and I had had no time to pull the tarp over the small, abandoned boat house.
A small drop of water dripped onto my nose and slithered down my face. I sighed and brushed it away with my hand, not that it made me any dryer. I sat up and sneezed. I sighed and shook my head. I couldn't afford to get sick now, of all times.
I wrapped my arms over my shoulders and moved away from the hole in the ceiling to keep myself moderately warm and dry. I backed into the corner of the hut and started to feel the emotions start again. The thickness in the back of my throat, the ache in my heart and, of course, the tears start to flow down my cold face. I put my hands on the top of my head and clutched to my horns. I closed my eyes and pulled. I bit my lip to hold out from screaming. I pulled harder and couldn't hold my scream inside me any longer. I let out a small shriek before my mouth was covered by my hands. I let myself fall onto the cold sand, and cried...