An event horizon is when you've finally gone past the point of return, and everything seems hopeless. Once past this point, you're gone. It's a scary feeling, knowing that everything is hopeless. You would do anything to just not be there, but in all reality, pretty soon you won't be.
You'll be dead.
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It had been a long month. First losing a fight with a new kishin, then the injuries from said fight killing her meister. The having to attend meeting after meeting, and having to sit idly as people rushed in and out of her life. Then there was a funeral, and the Lord only knows how she was able to make it through that without screaming, bawling, or a mixture of the two.
Their- hers, now- apartment was grey. All the sympathetic flowers were dull and dying, and it had been two weeks since she had last gone outside. She was running low on groceries, the power and water were gone since she forgot to pay bills, and she hadn't moved in three days. Her last visitor had been one of her close friends-not as close as he was, mind you.
Maka was so kind when had come. Not that she would have known what it would be like, losing a partner. Maka would have been more…open of her emotions if Soul had died. Of course, Delilah Taylor, stubborn as a mule, stayed bottled up, ignoring the world and remembering the good times (and the bad) that her and Icarus had together.
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Her favorite moment happened the day before he died. He had made her lunch, being a great chef, and she sat on the counter, rambling on about who knows what. He had set the pan down (he was making pancakes, his favorite food) and had walked over, standing between her legs.
"Dee, you silly girl," he had whispered, touching their foreheads together. She immediately blushed and turned away, sliding off of the counter. Unfortunately, what could have been never was, since she was mesmerized and had set her hands down on the stove, burning her palms instantly. Icarus had chuckled and pulled them away, kissing her forehead lightly before shooing her out of the kitchen.
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Delilah stifled a sob as she remembered it, her throat sore. A sullen tear ran down her cheek, taking a few days' worth of blush with it. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by 8 quick knocks on her door. She wiped her face and sniffled, lifting her shoulders and walking towards the door, looking more confident that she was. Delilah turned the knob, revealing a shorter black-haired kid, with three white stripes on one side. Other than the stripes, everything about him was symmetrical. She smiled sadly, remembering Icarus pointing him out as being Death the Kid, Lord Death's son. They had always laughed about how Lord Death actually 'did the deed', before Delilah would chicken out and blush, growing awkward at the thought.
"AHEM," he cleared his throat loudly, snapping Delilah back to now. "Are you Delilah Taylor?" Delilah nodded. "I'm Death the Kid, and Lord Death has asked me to escort you to the DWMA ASAP. OK?"
The girl held her breath for a moment. What could Lord Death want with her? Maybe it's to punish me for being so foolish, convincing Ick that he could make me a Death Scythe all on his own. Or maybe it's to send condolences, or maybe…. Her mind spun through pointless possible outcomes, something she had started after the funeral, after the worst possible happened.
Kid cleared his throat again, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. "Be there before 3pm today, please," he said before turning on his heel and striding down the hallway. "Oh, and my deepest apologies for your meister," he added, giving a weak half wave over his shoulder.
Delilah sighed, and stepped back into her apartment. Glancing at the clock, she realized that it was 1:30, and she would have just enough time to shower, get ready, and walk to the DWMA downtown. Might as well get it over with, she thought, grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom.
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AN: WHY HELLO THERE 3
i'm so excited for this fanfic, it gets better later on, i promise. i just needed to get this out there first. like a prologue. but not really.
well. have fun, kidlets. ouo
-Dee chan the Great