Shattered

Your face. Your smiling face. It both mocks and saddens me.

Why did you have to go?

The pages, scorned with red. The libretto has not ended.

The climax has yet to begin.

Its days after the incident. That tragic event that almost tore our family apart. Berwald and Tino moved after the event, much to Tino's pleading to Berwald. Emil secluded himself more, even refusing to answer Leon's texts or my calls.

And I sit here, alone and wondering. Wondering still on the event. Contemplating the imponderable. How did this happen anyway? How long did he suffer?

Not noticing that I was already crying, I stare out of the window. I opened it after we found out about it. Opening a random page, I started reading. His thoughts about everything, written on the page.

Moments later, I was shocked. How much was he keeping secret? It's quite absurd because the Dane was impulsive, very impulsive. This much sadness from the very chipper Dane was to be feared.

Sensing some form of curiosity from my mourning, I opened the diary to another random page, and read it. As the same as the other page I read, it contained his thoughts, except these writings on the page where more of a letter to someone. Asking the person some form of mercy, but I can't read it all, the page, littered with tears and blood, have made the ink run all across the page. I guess this was a part of his little suicidal tendency.

Deciding to stop reading the diary for a while, I went to check Emil's room. Since the incident, I became more overprotective of Emil. Fearing that he might follow the Dane, I tended to watch almost every action of his.

Going to his room, I knocked at the door. Hearing a small grunt from the other side, I shrugged it off, knowing that Emil doesn't want anyone bothering him.

This goes on every day. My tendency to read a page of the Dane's diary and my constant checking on Emil is quite annoying, but I must go on.

Or else I too may have my libretto end.

This libretto of mine won't. I will not let it end. I will move on, carrying with me a burden of the family, along with the mourning for the Dane.

But all this sadness in the air is lethargic.

I need to breathe.

Deciding that staying in the Dane's house is actually bad for our psychological health, I immediately depart the house along with Emil. He's still mourning for the Dane, given the fact that he's the only Nordic that Mathias was actually nice to. I'm worrying about him. He might follow the Dane.

Tino's still sad about Mathias' death. Even I am quite sad, and both of us are still mourning. Since the day that Tino decided to depart, we took refuge in one of the homes in Helsinki. He's still crying about it every night, and I just can't literally comfort him.

Inwardly, I'm actually getting shattered. The thought that I was a part of the reason of Mathias' suicide is actually repulsive. Repulsive because he's my brother. And because of my distinct anger to him, in reality it was just some form of revenge, he became reclusive and depressed. Even after reading his diary, I still can't withstand the fact that it happened to him.

Trying to salvage the remains of this family, I will start with Tino. But even I need some form of help. I just can't do this alone. I can't rely on Lukas this time, since he has a bigger problem, and it's Emil.

Going to Tino, I reluctantly embrace him. It's because I find him crying again on the sofa. Comforting him, saying everything's alright, I embrace him more and try to make him calm down. I told him that we need to depart again, even if we are staying in Finland. Tino's quite hesitant to leave, since he still hasn't moved on about the incident, but after some persuasion, I got him to pack his stuff.

Looking out of the window, I see the calm streets of the neighborhood, along with the snow falling from the sky. Seeing the little kids play, a small idea to fear forms in me. What if Sealand finds out about this? It would surely crush his little mind. Mathias was one of his playmates, even if the Dane was quite of a childish person. Panicking slightly, I turn to Tino, telling him about what I thought.

Even he is afraid. We both know that Sealand would arrive a few days later. He's still staying with Arthur for the time being. We need to find out, and quick. Hastening our departure, we immediately packed for Oslo. We need Lukas' help on this one. Only he might know what to do with the conundrum that would be sent out our way.

I will burn this libretto. I will not allow this.

The script will change, by my hands.

This tragedy will be erased, little by little.

After arriving in Oslo, we immediately rush to Lukas' house, only to find both Lukas and Emil sitting on the chairs of their veranda. Lukas immediately gives a nod and opens the door for us. Tino rushes to the guest rooms, afraid and wanting some time alone.

Talking to Lukas, I tell him our situation. He's deeply thinking. I'm actually afraid now. Even Lukas is quite perplexed by our situation. But I just really can't place all this burden to him. I also thought for my solution.

Overhearing us, Emil quickly butts in, saying that the others are getting suspicious of our actions. I shrug it off, but Lukas is still deeply thinking. Explaining to the others about the situation would be easy, but explaining to a child who is stubborn but caring might be difficult.

Now, Lukas immediately tells me his plan, and I keep it to myself. But Lukas gave another threat. What would happen to the land of Denmark? Would there be another personification? Or would it sink?

Nowadays, the nations doesn't really have a clue on what would happen. The latest death, before Denmark, was the land of Prussia, but even he is still alive now. We have not encountered and recorded a death of a personification and its effects properly.

The mirror's shattered. The true images appear.

Phantasmagoria on the left, reality on the right.

We must choose.

That not everyone is keen about life.

But talk about death, everyone chatters as if they know what it is.

But talk about rebirth, chaos ensues.

Will there be a second chance?

A.N.: Hello again! Welcome to the second part of the Tragic Libretto series

Yes, a series! :) I decided to continue Farther and Farther, but now with another story.

I'm not sure if you'll like this, but please do read and review.

~LoverOfTragedies