Return Of The Saints
"Commune, Saints of Sanctuary…"
Prologue:
When the walls of hope crumbled into dusts that could only whisper the sounds of despair, she begged him not to listen. Her brazen thoughts upon his invisible shield had received numerous supports coming solely from desires and longings alone, and yet, he was still furthering himself away.
Behind the blackness of her locks, saltwater of sadness constantly flows, rapid and intolerantly unforgiving, just like the gigantic waterfall that stood before the house-like place. Camouflaged only by thin threads that underlined their once harmonious life together. The threads of which are non-existent anymore.
For the latest time, her small, and chafed hands came back knocking on the engraved door's wooden surface, thriving to find a way to enter his life once more, to soothe his melancholy, to erase his loss, to give him back his heart. When crystal clear tears helplessly fell down to a humid floor, they could almost symbolize a sign of resignation upon her efforts, to the man she's not having any more chances with. A month was passed, and though she would not let herself give up, the strong current of reality had pushed that spirit into oblivion.
One single step was taken aback.
Another, and another, as her hands released the contact with his chamber's door.
Nothing more was all that she could do, or at the very least, accept. He embraced the secluded world he's then drowned into, and her existence was just a mere definition he had barely recognized. She had lost her power to struggle against undeniable fate, and then the ability to be one of his preciousness. Years had gone, happiness coloured each passing moments that they shared altogether, and now, each must let that be punished by a single tragedy, which was apparently too much for him to handle.
She backed off with heavy sobs and fragile breaths that could almost made being alive itself, as a task too hard to handle. Her hands covered her wet by tears lips as she constantly shook her head in utter disbelief of what's happening to their lives. Embers of her heart had been ferociously extinguished by each steps she taken aback, and there could be no fans powerful enough in making the flames ignited once more. His name came out in a whisper; she felt her heart stabbed into something she could only submit, and when she turned her body around to face an opened, and yet another engraved wooden door, the humidity once again attacked.
Killing all that she could hold on to for the past months.
Mercilessly pummeling them into mere fragments.
She felt her steps came as fastened as her realization of her own broken and unwanted presence. Walking towards a tremendous form of nature that could either be beautiful by its running and vertically dashing water, or deadly by the imaginative and yet logical effects it has when being practiced at a living being such as herself.
There was no need for multiplied thoughts, as her decision was clear, and desperation went into a conclusion. Pacing her motion, she almost looked glad to go against the stony hills, and the virulent heights that challenged her petite figure. Dried tears on her cheeks and neck were replaced by sparkling splashes of the waterfall, her braided noir hair became loosened after she released it to a natural form, her red cheongsam dress tightened against her soft, and paler skin, and she completely acknowledged that the spot she's standing on was just inches away from a watery end.
His stepfather used to be sitting here, she thought with a smile, and eyes that were looking down to the lake below her.
"I love you…" She finally said, lifting a feet to reached nothing but empty air, and fell down, saying his name once again, "…Wo ai ni, Shiryu…"
Shunrei left the world with a broken and tormented heart.
-End of Prologue-
OOC: Pissed you off? You know where to send them hate mails and flames…^_^