D E A T H
of
a
S O N G
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His heart pounds in time with the last few drum beats of a song he hadn't listened to. Images float in and out of his consciousness.
Drugs. Medication. A radiant woman. She was smiling. It is one of her sane days, he notes. Perhaps a day before she lost everything.
A car. Beaten and destroyed. Only an image of a ghostly memory, he reminds himself. He had never actually seen the vehicle that had proverbially ended his life.
He watches the car turn into a finely crafted toy. He'd never played with that toy as a child, he remembers. Fifteen years later, he'd never watched as others did so.
A tattoo. Hazy, but blue. He feels a lump in his throat. That mark stands for why he is alive today, he realizes. He has never really thought of it this way.
The sapphire tattoo explodes into plasmic sparks. Only one person comes to his mind. Fire pulses through his veins in the form of blood.
A death that was his fault. All the others he is able to blame on someone else. Anyone else. But her death is on his record, like her blood had been on his hands.
Another song ends, and he wishes that she had been here to hear it. But songs end like lives. At the wrong times. For the wrong reasons. Without saying goodbye.
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A/N: Wow, all that symbolism made my head hurt. A couple of notes. This was one big metaphor, in a way. If you didn't understand it... well, I don't expect you to. Also, this was written in a weird tense, so I hope I didn't make any mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned or implied in this fiction. They all belong to Eoin Colfer.