~The Sound of Something Breaking~
Tim flew off suddenly and I just followed him
through the halls until we got to a room and I silently pushed the door opened.
The smell of rust and salt hit my nose.
Komui, the Director, and two other men were in there.
They were standing around the broken window.
Tim flew to Komui and touched his hand.
Komui turned to my direction,
a look of surprise on his face.
When he turned,
I saw the crimson red mess.
"Tim woke up and came here.
Is that blood?"
The look on Komui's face said 'yes'.
Maybe I should have known then when a cold feeling gripped my heart.
But I still needed to know."
"Whose?"
My eyes went to look at Tim.
I finally saw it then.
Tim was hugging a broken mask.
Master's broken mask,
which was resting in a puddle of blood on the window still.
I could only hear the sound of something breaking inside of me,
a feeling that I only once really felt before when Mana died.
I felt only the freezing of my blood as my mind went blank when realization came.
My master was dead.
Just like Mana.
Sometimes at night now,
whenever I visit that room because I know Tim will be there,
pressing his cheek when Master's mask was before Komui gave it to me when I requested for it,
old memories replaces my dreams and nightmares.
Memories of Mana.
Memories of that foolish master of mine.
On those nights,
I believe that those memory dreams are my reality.
Then I wake up and the true reality hits home.
And the sound of something breaking rings in my ears lingers for a long time afterwards.