Shooting Blanks
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Qualm Sonata: Verse 1
The snow fell slowly as the two gazed upon each other from the opposite sides of the sidewalk. It was cold; bitter, to a point where teeth started to chatter, and faces started to feel frozen in place. The skies were embraced in a blanket of grey skies, and the sun remained unshed.
The atmosphere seemed solemn. It represented and expressed voices that couldn't be heard through the chatter and sounds of anguish and despondency. The air was cold, and the tone was blue and depressive.
But that didn't matter.
The tall, lean man stood with his hands at his sides as the snow started to softly land on his head. His once nonchalant, somewhat-lazy expression was replaced with something that held far more shock. His eyes were slightly wide, but remained lowly-lit as he stared at her.
His broad shoulders seemed to clump together as the cold air started to take effect. His face started to feel a little colder, and his legs seemed as if they couldn't move. His dark, thick black coat felt as if it was growing thinner in width with the passing moments.
He just couldn't believe it.
The woman he once loved was standing right across from him. His best friend, first lover, first girlfriend, first fiancé, and his first woman were within reach. There was no doubt about it.
He knew for a fact that girl was the one he once shared souls with; hearts with, nights, mornings, and even solemn times with.
Amu Hinamori.
Her bright pink hair seemed as lively as ever, and her honey golden eyes seemed to radiate brightly, even with the dark skies and ominous clouds over their heads. Her slender, lean body looked like a model's, and he could practically feel her personality resonate from within her.
He could feel it.
But her eyes seemed to hold the same expression as his. They were slightly wide, mixed with happiness and affliction. She gripped her handbag with a little more force, as she tried to briefly readjust her black coat.
He knew she felt exactly what he was feeling.
Love.
Regret.
Desolation.
Heartache.
It felt as if time had stopped for the two, as they simply stood there gazing at each other. They weren't very close, but the distance that separated them was fair. Everyone around them seemed to disappear, and they were once again invited to their own little world.
It felt nostalgic.
It almost felt as if they were going back in time, talking to each other through soul and love. His eyesight was boring directly into her soul, and vice versa; once their gazes met, they never left each other.
Time stopped.
It froze.
But it quickly thawed out.
It started again.
The snow that seemed frozen in place started to slowly drift down, and the people around them started to move again. Their glove-covered hands were brought back to life, and the traffic signal gave the sign to cross.
He moved his gaze downwards, staring at the ground.
She moved her gaze upward, grabbing the arm of the man next to her.
Their steps made small sounds as they moved across the crosswalk. With each step, he could feel her presence grow stronger, more fierce, and he could feel his grow smaller, more scared.
Each step brought them closer.
It brought their senses to a point where they felt more alive.
As they passed each other, his heart started to beat faster.
Her heart started to slow down.
Every moment spent together started to come back. Every emotion they felt was slowly drifting back into their heart, brain, and soul.
He slowly took one step further to his destination, and she did the same.
Just as fast as they were being brought back in, they were whipped out. The feelings disappeared, the nostalgic moments dispersed, and the emotions were slowly dissolving.
As Ikuto stepped onto the opposite side of the crosswalk, he stopped. He slowly clenched his first, and bit his tongue. His mind was speeding, and his heart was slowing down. As he readjusted his violin case on his back, he turned his head slightly.
He had to look back.
He had to know.
He looked back to the crowd of people opposite of his direction. Through the crowd of people, he saw her. Her back was turned to him, and her arm was stilled grasped to the other man. He closed his eyes as she kept on walking; her image growing smaller by the seconds passing.
He slowly smirked to himself, and started to walk forward.
The clouds were still dark, and the snow seemed to turn into rain.
Forgot an umbrella, again.
(A/N): Forever and still missing you, Salina.