Disclaimer: I'm poor 'nuff said

Author's Notes: For those very few readers that I have I really was hoping to work on some of my other stories that haven't had an update since dinosaurs were still around. But I'm lazy and so I spent the last week that I had off from the horror that is affectionately called school reading other people's fanfiction and playing video games. And this is obviously the one that I played the most since I got introspective about it. I hope that it is enjoyed and that all of you have a happy New Year and had a Merry Christmas.


Should Be

A black abyss so similar to the look in the eye of one who has killed their soul spreads out to cover an infinite view. Music gently wafts through the senses. Not true music but the idea of music. So beautiful in idea, but so heartbreaking in reality. And so a giggle shatters the silence. Like the should-be-beautiful-music it should symbolize happiness. But the should-be-giggle was like the should-be-beautiful-music.

It was a should-be.

And it never would be an is.

And so the dark abyss was changed into the pure white hallways. But they were a should-be-white instead of true white. They could never be true white. With the true-dark always around the corner, luring the senses in like a smell that is familiar-but-forgotten. Everything in this place is familiar-but-forgotten. The decorations, the sounds, the people.

Never would they be an is.

How could they be? Their actions were actions that they took in trying to become a something thing that was a should-be and their emotional responses were in response to the familiar-but-forgotten-emotions that they once had.

Once had.

Not here.

Not now.

But what once was.

Something that should be a now.

But it wasn't.

And so actions based on familiar-but-forgotten emotions continued in hopes of getting true emotions. Becoming something that is a constant and not a familiar-but-forgotten or a not-quite. But something that is true and real and is never a copy of what once was.

And so words spoken with not-quite-emotions became actions that were carried out so that the people performing them could feel true remorse for the pain that they were causing not not-quite-remorse. They didn't feel shameful for doing what they knew they might hate themselves for later because they wanted to feel anything and self-hatred is better then continuos not-quite and familiar-but-forgotten hate. But they never were able to get true and real emotions.

After all they had not-quite-emotions because they were not-quite-people. Nobodies.