{ ./ SKY }
BANI: Here's to another needlessly emo ficlet! /Less-than-three. I was in a rush, so sorry for the shortness. :C
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I don't pay much attention to the colour of the sky, nor to the weather.
But whenever I look up, it's almost always grey in London... Along with everywhere we went...
They were the colour of his eyes.
...
God dammit!
My fist flew and punched wall beside my window, no longer the one I had cracked for the same reasons.
Here I am again, thinking of that brat.
It pissed me off more than it should when I saw his ashen eyes gleam gold. When I saw him leaning against that wall, screaming in pain, and then expression dark...
[ "O-ha-yo..." your lips spoke. Your aura emnated complete darkness, and chilled even the air.
I knew instantly it wasn't you. ]
Hmph.
Who the hell were you saying good morning to, idiot? The akuma? It's past noon.
...Fourteenth or not, you're still stupid.
Past noon or not, the skies remained colourless.
But your eyes changed.
...and I hated them even more.
Look at you, you never cry for yourself.
So the skies have to cry for you.
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[ So there you lie against the wall, after we had finally destroyed that annoying level four, yet again trying to make me pronounce your name.
You looked so tired, yet somewhat relieved, bleeding in the pool of my visualized clutter of lotus.
"Oi."
"What?"
"I told you, my name's Allen..." ]
I knew what you were actually trying to say, but you'd probably rather pay more of Cross' debts than thank me for calling you by that name.
I walked away at that time, still angered.
I stole a glance back you, but when you lifted that curtain of white spun silk, your eyes were the same grey as always.
I sighed in relief... Reluctantly.
I found myself wanting to see them again back when those liquid silver pools still shone.
( I hated them for the falsefied hope they spread... )
( And yet I... Loved that light. )
But at least...
They resembled the familiar dreary grey skies that have become part of my life.
You have become part of my life.
And as much as I tell myself how I hate you, how much as I despise you, loathe you...
You, as well as your eyes...
I would never let you, nor those skies go.