Hello readers! This is pretty much a drabble series. Not much is to be said, except how I will finish this series. I solemnly swear on that.
Warnings: Suicide 'attempt', confusing use of language, hidden content, unseen grammatical mistakes
Grey was the sky. So was he, and everything around him.
"It's too grey." A sigh escaped from the lips of a young lad, sitting nonchalantly at the edge of a rooftop. Soft breeze passed by him, brushing his platinum locks with a soothing touch. His cerulean orbs shifted from the sign of impending rainfall to the minuscule students walking systematically around the school field like working ants. It was recess, yet they were chained nonetheless to the boring life the school offered. Robots, he muttered to himself.
First day of school was supposed to be the brightest day of your school life; the said day when school was devoid of studying. Sadly, Rikkaidai was too high-rated to give such luxuries to its students, or as Niou called it, too grey.
Not even a second into his first day, the teachers were thoroughly prepared to pass down their knowledge. The day started with an orientation- a welcome speech. Then to the class everyone went, where teachers were overwhelmed with desire to teach so much that they couldn't give some time for the students to adapt to the new environment, the new friends. It was suffocating.
Even so, Niou had not heard a single negative word until this very second.
And that was devouring every single oxygen around him.
Rikkaidai was the perfect school for those who seek knowledge; those whose oxygens were replaced with knowledges. Perhaps not necessarily true. There were people who simply desired the prestige that came along with the enrollment. Some were ambitious people who lived for tomorrow and were preparing themselves their safety net.
And of course there were- no, there was a lone person who lived solely for today, for the present. The person was called Niou Masaharu, and from today on, he would be called as the suicidal boy who jumped off from the rooftop of the school, which was 3 storeys high.
Niou pushed himself up and positioned himself at the very edge of the rooftop with his back facing the intimidating height. He could feel a stonger and colder breeze blowing against his back, as if a sign of protest. His lips formed a devious smirk.
Let the grey be green with envy at the platinum.
And the sky cried.
My excuse for the slightly purple-prose narration and hidden content: Literature. Yes, I am studying literature, and it's getting into me. I sincerely apologize if I somehow abuse it here, but please do not hesitate to tell me. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this piece!