a/n: hello there, guys. This is a fic to tell all of you that I'm not dead, despite my inactivity. This was a little spur-of-the-moment kind of poem, so forgive me if the freeverse I've written is horrible. My internet has failed me, my computer has failed me, and currently I'm in a godforsaken college for gifted children.
And it's a residential program so the updates will be as slow as a snaaaaiiillll. what lies beneath will hopefully get posted sometime this year – all it needs is serious editing, because right now it's a huge block of confused text across three realms. One of my other stories might be more probable to come up. So yeah. Enjoy the product of two hours of sleep.
title: til the end of time
characters: gon and killua
summary: because they're the best of friends [shedding tears as they smile] and they like to think that they'll stay that way until the end of time.
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Look at the stars
And see how they shine
Without prejudice
Without strife
In the sky
Look at the snow
And see how it falls
Without pain
Without disappointment
Onto your palm
Look at the rain
And see how it pours
Without grief
Without sorrow
Onto the earth
Look at the green
And see how it encompasses
Without the spirit
Of oldness
But of youth
On this earth
Look at them
And how they smile
Because they know
That they will burn the world
To ashes
If one of them so wished
And they would still smile
If not a bit sadly
Look at them
And how they cry
Because there is fear
That hounds them from all sides
That they might lose one
And then there will only be one left,
And how will that leave them?
[they will be broken]
and the world will go down
so they cry
because it might happen
any
t
i
m
e
But look at them
And how they will smile
And how they will cry
But they will never be seperated
Always together
Til the end of time
[they like to think that, really, but—]
And they will smile
And cry
Together
And that is all that matters
In a world of color
And black and white.