Eyes open wearily.
Green fades to grey.
What was once a pair of peridots embedded in porcelain skin is now a reflection of the smokey sky far away in the distant, open air.
Do you long to see the outside again?
"My battery's about to run out any second now."
That's funny.
Did your boundless energy always run on a battery?
What a cruel joke you're playing on me.
"That's right, you ain't looking at a human..."
I think I just felt my heart sink.
"Nothing about me is human."
But everything about you was human, was it not? Your edgy, raven hair... Your sharp teeth that peeked from your lips when you grinned... Your embrace (I'm certain I was warm when you hugged me)... Your feline stare that saw into my core, chartreuse that pierced me? What part of you was a doll? A doll, of all things?
How could you, who made me feel like I was never the sole survivor of the effects of Glass Cage... Be anything but human?
I'm quivering now. How long do you have to live? What'll happen when you go? You're my friend...
"You listening? I'm not even alive."
Oh, but you are. You are!
"Come on, don't cry now. I'm almost jealous that you're able to do that."
What else can I do? You said friends would find each other. I found you like this. If you're not strong, how can I be? My first friend, my only friend, my best friend... You're deserting me, and it hurts more than anything has hurt me ever before.
"My best friend. My best friend. My best friend."
Is this you? This robotic, uncharacteristic voice coming out from your mouth? Is this you, heart, soul, and all of your being, speaking to me? Or is it your battery speaking and thinking for you?
"Thanks for everything, Seto."
Is that all you'll leave for me? Thanks for what? Branding me with your existence, and then deserting me without my say in anything at all? What a coward you are; you probably don't feel any remorse for leaving me here, friendless and alone in a sea of emptiness. I wish you could hear the words I wanted to tell you, but I have far too much to say, and you have barely any time to listen.
Your warmth slowly fades away while I hold you persistently in the circle of my arms. I think I can almost feel your soul rising up, up, and away.
I reach up, in the direction of your escape.
A futile attempt at grabbing your essence, and pulling you back.
Hopeless.
My tears fall like boulders.
Cry.
Cry.
What can I do but weep out years and years worth of dismay?
How do I fill such an emptiness?
I take your face within my two hands, freezing cold.
My thumb caresses each individual eyelash. You said you wanted to cry, right?
Crystal droplets fall onto your eyelids, roll down to your long eyelashes... Proceed to drizzle down your lifeless cheeks.
I touch your eyebrows, and remember the times when you raised them, mocking me.
Trace the line of your lips, those that kissed me. An innocent love between two friends. Will you ever know that my love for you was not like that? Not what you perceived?
I bend down, face inches from yours.
Kiss once.
Kiss twice.
Have you ever loved me?
Does it hurt you to leave me?
Would you come back for me?
My questions for you are endless.
Everything is clouded.
The windows of your soul are closed shut.
And though I want answers...
I can't find them in your luminescent pools of
green.