MUSIC BOX
It was scary, so unbelivably terrifying that it was too much of a burden for Kyouyama Anna to believe. In a world where she can communicate with the dead as an itako, it was only now when she desperately wanted to take back someone so dear to her.
Nights that are too quiet, too unnervingly silent makes her think about it all over again. The way the wind blew in and out the room, the way the cold embraced his lifeless body…it seemed like an endless nightmare that transpired long ago.
Three years.
Three years if pain and giref after that event, and still she could not accept it. Her heart refused to understand while the thought and his image lingered within her in each passing day, in each painstaking moment, and in each yearnful second.
And yet, there was no acceptance in her system that any of this had happened. As a woman of such high esteem and power, this was the only thing she could not prevent.
Ironic…
Inevitable…
Mournful…
The young lady walked in her dark room, her blank raven eyes showed no such emotion to the stillness of everything. She walked towards her drawer and wordlessly picked up a small music box. It was old and dusty, but she chose to ignore its features.
She began to twist the switch and allowed the melancholic music to fill the room in its gloomy melody. A bleak atmosphere was made…and she just stood there blankly.
Ironic…
Inevitable…
Mournful…
The said young woman faced the mirror in front of her with glaring eyes that could pierce through anything. She was mad; so utterly mad at herself.
I couldn't save him…All that was left in her possession in memory of him was just the music box.
Kyouyama Anna tucked a strand of her blonde tresses behind her ear, still staring at the mirror. She couldn't fight the intense glare she possessed…since it was all she could blame. Tears threatened to spill, so she rubbed them off quickly.
Three years of hell ever since that fateful day… the day when he left. She could remember that night so vividly…and he was holding her hand before he departed.
Why was it so hard to accept his death?
Why was it too complicated for her comprehension?
She was upset, yes, perfectly understandable.
But then again…three years?
Anna slowly lay her head on a pillow, resting her aching body on the soft cushion of her bed. She tucked herself in and cincealed her lower body with a thick blanket.
It was snowing outside…just like the night he left her all alone. Those unbearable memories she tried so hard to forget…but only to end up remembering his smile she missed so much.
She closed her eyes.
Tucked herself in.
Thought of nothing.
All went black…
And then…
"YOH!"
Anna found herself screaming his name yet again. She turned beside her and saw no one.
The room was empty.
The music box continued to play…
He was gone.
Ironic… Inevitable… Mournful…___________________________________________________________________________
A/N: Someone please cheer me up. I'm so depressed…