Author's Note: All the Vocaloid fics I write are dark and depressing - I haven't written one in a while, but here you go. Meltdown is my favorite Vocaloid song for many reasons, but it's just so beautiful, poetic, haunting, and ultimately symbolic. I hope I conveyed those qualities in this piece.
Soft white flakes are descending all around her, the whole world a hazy gray blur. Rin watches the snow fall with weary eyes. Her eyelids are almost too heavy to hold open, but she still can't sleep no matter how hard she tries. Instead, she hugs her knees to her chest and focuses on breathing. Her throat is tight, as if someone is choking her; her breaths become little misty puffs that linger in the air, then evaporate. Tentatively, she reaches out a pale hand to catch one of them, but it disappears before her trembling fingers can reach it. Her watch says 2:00 AM in blinking red light.
There is a heavy feeling in Rin's heart, which is strange because she doesn't have any reason to be sad. She isn't sure, anymore. Maybe tomorrow the ice and frost will finally melt for good and the sun will shine in a sapphire blue sky, spreading its warm golden light over the land; and she'll run across endless flower fields with her brother, wispy white clouds drifting high above the two figures, grass of the greenest hue stretching out before them as far as they can see. They will pick flowers, chase each other and laugh like children should.
She can't remember the last time she saw Len's face.
Rin finds herself shivering uncontrollably. Something isn't right: she should be freezing by now, but she can't feel anything at all. Maybe the drugs are working at last. She crushes the cigarette she's holding under her fingers and inhales, exhales. An image of an empty hallway comes to mind, filled with faded mid-afternoon light. Blood. Faceless people surrounding her, all going their own ways, living their own lives. Beautiful, sublime blue light. A little girl standing before her with ghostly pale skin and stringy blond hair, her own hands wrapped around the girl's thin throat.
Her watch reads 2:03 AM. She blinks, and feels tears on her cheeks.
She hadn't realized she was crying.
