A/N : This is a CHOSENSHIPPING story (BluexSilver).
The song is "Hello" by Evanescence.
Warnings : Character death ; depressive story ; old story so the writing may be quiete bad ; I don't speak English fluently, don't hesitate to tell me when I made a mistake. Thanks ! :3
A crowd was preceding him.
A monotonous walk was preventing him from seeing in front of him.
Four people were carrying a coffin.
So many things where in his mind...
He had to advance, and lower his head.
His long red hair was hiding his face...
He had to tighten his fists.
The rose he held in his hand made him bleed...
He had to bite his lips to try not to cry.
But he was crying nevertheless...
Playground school bell rings again
Rain clouds come to play again
The funeral procession passed in front of a school where some children were playing and laughing. But some little rain forced them to shelter.
Hey…
The sky wore the right suit…
A narcissistic rain…
Ha…
He was sure that she would have liked to see it. Because Blue loved rain. For her, it was a sign of beginning, of rebirth. When there was rain somewhere, there was life. She always said that.
But now…
…Now, she would never say anything again…
Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello I'm your mind giving you someone to talk to
Hello
Now, he was alone, and she wasn't here anymore.
Everybody had told him that it had been an accident. That Blue saw a bird, and couldn't help, but looked up at him. He was told that in her glare, there was no fear, but admiration.
Yes, she had seen the bird.
But not that damn car.
If I smile and don't believe
Soon I know I'll wake from this dream
If only he could have been here in time !
He had slept for a too long time.
He always was punctual ! But not this time...
He had sworn himself to tell her what exactly his feelings were for her, that day! That it was more than just this fraternity feeling !
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken
Hello I am the lie living for you so you can hide
Don't cry
His life was a lie.
he could not make this young girl believe that for him, she was his sister.
She was more than that.
He would always be lying to her if he didn't tell her that… that he loved her ! … Yes, he loved her.
And he did never tell her.
Not enough…
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping
He was in a kind of fright, so deeply retreated in his thoughts that he hadn't realized that the procession had already arrived at the cemetery, and so had he.
No, that wasn't a dream.
It was real.
Too real.
In the group of people, he recognized friends. Red, Green, Yellow, Gold, Crystal.
Perhaps there were others of them, but he didn't want to know.
He didn't care about it.
The coffin was placed in the hole which was reserved to it, and the young man looked at the other people.
The ones after the others, they threw flowers in it.
And then, they left.
There was nobody any more but him.
And he threw the red rose in the tomb.
And murmured "I love you"…
Hello I'm still here
The boy turned around. Had someone called him ?
But nothing.
His imagination, undoubtedly.
He looked at the tomb one last time.
Then he turned around once more.
And he left.
All that's left of yesterday
The cemetery was empty and the rain was beating.
But if somebody had remained…
He would have heard the song of the rain.
He would have heard the murmur of the wind.
He would have heard, "Me too, Silver…"