A/N: I will be considering moving this to fiction press. This story does not contain any Twilight/New Moon/Eclipse characters, plots, scenes, settings. Though I do love vampires. o
-Bisoux!
P.S. I have returned from Vietnam o.o. I am glad that monkey and rice wine did not blunt my writing skills. Well...maybe somewhat. '
Part 1: Pathways to Surrender
Chapter One: Last Song
Is this what is call suffering? The dark, heavy clouds laughed at her. Their hefty bellies rumble and jiggle. They fling water at her face or rather spit. The cold rain stung her face; her ears ached with their rumbling laughter. She hugged my knees and squeezed her eyes shut. Her heart throbbed in her chest, her stomach churned with dying butterflies. An unbearable sob escaped from her lips and soon they melted in with the rain until there was no difference. They both nipped nonetheless. The grass felt wet and itchy against her cheek and it compressed her lungs, making it harder to breathe. It was suffocating this which we call love. It was empty this which we call loneliness. So which is better? Is it better to struggle to breathe and write or is it better to feel nothing at all? It did not matter. He was gone with an expression he said he would never show her again. My hand stretched towards someone who had left and perhaps was never there.
"Darian," she whispered, choking on my tears. She wiped my runny nose with my sleeve and clutched a handful of earth. It did not mattered that eu4 breathe in and tasted dirt. It did not mattered she was waterlogged. He was gone. He was gone.
A large shadow hovered over her, clutching an umbrella. The person stooped down and somehow managed to juggle the umbrella and myself in his arms. She buried her face in that person's chest until her sobs become no more than leaking hiccups. She felt that they were moving. The sidewalk seemed to glide right past their feet or err—his feet. Where they went, she did not care, with whom she did not bother. She just wanted to sleep. "Sleep, Lucia," the voice murmured. "Just for a little bit, sweetie." She did sleep or rather she drifted. Her eyelids drooped and she slowly repositioned myself to a more comfortable snuggling form. She dreams were filled with person's voice. Shall I tell you the tale?