Much thanks to TheBlackSeaReaper, who helped get me out of my slump. Go read her stories, she's excellent!
This... is my silent tribute to the Sandy Hook tragedy. For the families, this is still very real. It's not just last month's news. It's still very fresh, very painful, and very loud. Every day, people are still seeing memories, smiles, tears, toys, pictures, drawings, and everything in between that bring forth new tears, new pain. And many people don't realize yet that it will never truly go away. Eventually, you will lose someone, and then you will understand in a sick, twisted way, that there is never anybody out there who truly understands what you feel, because you are you, and they are themselves. Therefore, they cannot fill the hole in your heart that was once filled with those who are lost.
"Black!" The strange man- Shunsui was his name, I think- pivoted his entire body in a lethal spin, slicing through my torso.
Time seemed to stop for a few brief moments. Drops of blood entered my vision, and they seemed to stay in place for an indescribable amount of time... Sunlight sparkled and glistened off the flecks of ruby, creating a picture that would be beautiful-should be beautiful- but I couldn't find it within my soul to enjoy it without Lilynette. She was annoying as hell, always woke me up from my naps, drew on the white walls of Los Noches saying that she was an artist, and in giving her white anything, she would use it as a canvas. She was like the annoying little sister that you don't really like, but in being blood, in being of the same pack, so to speak, you would protect and love her for as long as she needed you to.
Losing your family... is an ugly, disgusting thing. Something that shouldn't ever be seen or felt, but the sad reality is that people see it every day. The feeling of grief, of anguish, of heart-wrenching pain, is strong enough that people who have no connection to the lost weep tears of longing, of sorrow. Lilynette... I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I didn't say. I'm sorry for everything I said that hurt you. I'm sorry for everything that I could have done better. I'm sorry about the times we never shared. I'm so, so sorry. I just hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me...
I sunk through the air, the loud roar of wind in my ears the only thing I heard until I hit the ground. Several bones cracked and groaned as I hit the ground, but I couldn't feel it over the pain I was now allowing myself to feel, now that the battle had been decided. Crushing grief encased my chest. Worse than any physical pain in existence- I couldn't help but let my face contort in grief, beyond tears in heartbreak. My last moments on the pseudo-living illusion of the planes of second death were spent in mourning. My last word was a broken whisper of her name.
The shinigami heard me, and as my vision faded away, I heard him sigh. The emotion behind it was sad, but the meaning was lost to me as I faded into the black.
The black was pressing, like I was underwater. Murky grays so dark that they were almost black swirled across my vision, lighting fast and sharp, they shot everywhere in the seemingly infinite space in the dark. I couldn't feel anything. Not a single thought surfaced in my mind in my numbness, nothing was worth thinking about. Smell, touch, sight, sound, and taste weren't there anymore, and somewhere in my subconscious mind, something wondered why...
A vague light appeared after what could have been centuries, but also a few seconds, time was irrelevant in the dark. As the light became clearer, I gained rational thought again. It wasn't dissimilar to the evolution of hollows... I began to make out shapes in the light. Chunks of color, mainly blue, white, and a tan color, gradually sharpened into solid shapes.
With a slight jolt, I realized that I was in the cycle of reincarnation. I was going to be born again into a new body. But wouldn't that also mean that I was supposed to forget? Forget my previous life and start anew? Why wasn't I a blank slate now?
Another thought bubbled up- if I was being reincarnated, would Lilynette?
So this is an experiment. This is just the prologue, and the Wizarding World will come in next chapter. Next chapter will be longer, I swear! And less angsty. Poor Stark will have hope again! I have a plan, people! I AM GETTING OVER MY WRITERS BLOCK!
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