Author's Note: A deviation from my humor/crack-ishness depicted in Solitaire. Done in Sakura's POV; angst, obviously.
Disclaimer: I swear to Naruto, god isn't mine…
Notes on a Grand Piano
You are the love of my life…
The resounding notes of the pianoforte echoed hollowly across the room, through her soul, where naught but despair was left; where love once resided, but in eventuality, faded away.
In thought, there is some truth to saying that love starved eventually shrivels up and dies. Love can pave the way to hate, but most of all, more than rage or futility, despondency takes root, even after one has declared himself healed.
Now, after all has been said and done, when pain and tears and suffering have dwindled past, emptiness remains; the chill of knowing you have lost and are alone, even if that person is by your side.
What people say is wrong; that happiness lies after the end is a falsehood, a deception masterfully crafted to sustain the weak who have ceased to just be and spend their days just whiling away the tide.
I'll spend the rest of my days... just loving you.
Love is a foolish emotion, and all forms of idiocy stems from it. Ballads and poetry are for fools, lyrics nonsense, for what is romance but a lease from the realities of life?
In life there are no heroes, only villains, and men.
And as the song draws to a close and the final notes resonate to a crescendo and hauntingly fade away to silence, the air is still once more, and she opens her eyes to the darkness that surrounds her.
Yeah, so… Hope you enjoyed my more philosophical side. My dark philosophical side. Tell me what you thought about it, or if it even made sense. XP
Kiuna'yukina