He had finally done it...
He had gone too far this time, the darkness was too strong now though, for him to turn back. His experiments were wrongful, and he felt ashamed for following the words of an apprentice instead of his teacher. Why, he thought to himself, Why did it have to end like this? He longed to turn back time, to pull his soul back to the time before the darkness was found. His MP3 player was still running, playing his favorite song now. But music wasn't of need anymore.
He longed to run through the door of the castle, but knew, if he did nothing to stop the darkness, it would get to him anyways. He would be pegged as a coward, Running from the thing he created. He sighed in defeat, as the gaping hole underneath his desk pulled at him with it's strange... darkness, for lack of a better word. He longed to tell her that he was leaving, for the last time, but it would make his goodbye harder, so he decided on a note. Though, the second that he had found a document of little importance, and his pen, she came through the door, clinging to him like a dying soldier to life.
"Don't leave me," she sobbed. "I'm sorry for Spying on you, but I know what you are about to do, and I can't stand living without you. Let me go with you." she wailed, in desperation. I pondered this, She couldn't die, I wouldn't let her. I decided.
"I can't do that," I started, as she fell to the floor, sobbing. "Hey, shh, I promise, somehow, that I will meet you again. We will, I swear on- on this." He said holding up a locket. It was supposed to be her birthday gift, but her birthday was in about two weeks. "I promise this, as long as you promise to stay alive, and live a long life." I ended, hoping that was enough. "Promise me you will stay alive, fight for every ounce of life, and I promise we will meet again." The most ironic song began to play, Goodnight.
Goodnight,
sleep tight
No more tears,
In the morning I'll be here.
And
when we say goodnight,
Dry your eyes.
"I p-pro-omise." She finally stuttered through her tears. She finally stopped crying, and began to sing with my MP3.
"Because
we said goodnight,
And not goodbye.
We said goodnight
And
not goodbye."
I smiled at that. "Goodnight, my angel of music." She looked at me, holding my gaze for a few seconds.
"Goodnight." She said with an air of finality, and sadness.
As I walked towards the darkness, I thought I heard her singing:
We
said goodnight
And not goodbye...
I was glad that your angelic voice was the last thing I heard...