Till Death Do Us Part
Sketch Prologue: Past, Present, Future
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A/N: This is a collaboration fanfiction between Adorina Iris and Astaline Nihtingale. Please Read and Review!
Panic.
Her breath catches in her throat.
This can't be happening.
Terror.
"Lavi's better for you."
His smile, etched forever in her memory.
That painful smile.
It was just so wrong.
This was so unfair.
But life was unfair, wasn't it?
Then again, if that were the case, why hadn't it happened to anyone else?
Why hadn't it happened to her?
Shock.
"He has a background, a job, a normal monthly income, a future."
Those painful words he had so forcibly pushed out of his mouth.
She still remembered the shape of his lips.
The feel of them on her own.
This couldn't be happening.
"I don't have anything. No job, no future. I've nothing. Lavi will take care of you."
The sound of his voice.
How he struggled to keep it levelled, calm.
How he struggled to hide his anguish from her.
His touch, his embrace, the scent of tangerines on his hair and the way his eyes sparkle in the morning sunlight.
Her senses are teasing her; she can feel his hand on her skin, he can feel him pushing a strand of stray hair behind her ear, hear his voice telling her how beautiful she is.
She can even see him, in his tuxedo, the best man at their wedding.
And she knows where he'd rather be.
Images of his smile, his face, everything, flash in her head, a cloud of sadness and misery.
It's already starting to haunt her.
A bad omen.
"Let's go get, Allen. Come on!"
He grasps her arm as she gathers her dress, dropping the letter altogether.
"Finish it."
She can't believe him.
How can he say such things to her?
But his single emerald eye holds her gaze and the intensity of his stare burns into her.
She retrieves the letter and continues to read.
"No…"
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Flashback-
Flying.
I can almost touch them.
The sky. The stars, the moon.
So close.
And a cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. It's so cold.
And suddenly, so suddenly, it's warm, a flame fire spreading up my arm.
But this feeling of euphoria. It's driving the sadness away.
Because I am invincible.
Because I can fly.
The clouds float past me, brush my cheek.
I can feel the wind in my hair.
I gasp.
This beautiful nightmare. This beautiful lie.
It seems so real.
And I can see everything. I can feel everything.
And a figure is appearing before my eyes.
Comfort is upon me.
"Al? You alright in there?"
Someone interrupts.
And I think it is stupid of him to ask such a question.
He always asks this, but he knows the undeniable answer.
And yet he questions me.
Because he holds onto the hope that I'll be alright.
And a hope that things will mend themselves.
This faith he has in me, the faith that everything will be alright in the end.
His faith that doesn't exist.
"Yeah, Lav. Just need some sleep," I lie.
My voice is crusty, almost suspicious.
But he doesn't notice; I hear footsteps as he walks away.
And it's better off this way.
I return to my pleasant reverie, where shadow is light.
And fragments of my memory haunt me.
I'm feeling so free.
I'm free of all my troubles.
Master's debts. They've all been paid.
I see each and every one of those people he owes money to.
They're waving, smiling as they fade.
And even he is there, waving as though nothing has happened.
As though he hasn't done anything.
But I've paid all those stupid debts.
The stupid debts that have ruined my life.
And I don't need to suffer his torture anymore.
And then I see Master.
He has ruined this dream.
Ice runs through my veins as I realise I am face to face with the one who stole it all.
My happiness, my childhood, my freedom.
And my heart drums harder in my chest.
I can hear it pounding against my ribcage.
Oh ecstasy.
Cross Marian has faded.
And a new figure appears.
Someone I've thought to be dead.
I was the one who killed him.
But here he stands, clear as day, before me.
And I reach out into his embrace.
I can see him, feel him.
I can see Mana.
I can see my father.
Time slips. And it rewinds.
It's starting to snow. And I feel so cold.
But I have no jacket.
A snowflake cascades down from storm grey clouds, landing on my nose.
A chill runs down my spine.
Mana draws a circle in the ground, with a few lines sticking in and out of the circle.
I recognise this. It's our sacred language.
Then, the boy falls asleep.
The flame inside the breathing ashes,
And one by one,
Many dear profiles appear.
Thousands of dreams
Drop to the Earth
On the night when silver eyes flicker,
The shining you is born.
Even though countless prayers are
Returned to the earth by the passing millions of years,
I will continue to pray.
No matter what, shower this child with love,
And kiss on the connected hands.
Mana is fading away, but I don't want him to go.
He'll come if I take some more, right?
He'll come back.
My hands scramble across the ground in a messy jig, searching for what my eyes fail to see.
And finally, my fingers brush against the cold plastic.
I grasp the bottle on the ground, and I upturn it, so all its contents fall into my mouth.
Bittersweet.
The colours swirl around me and the sensation returns.
I can feel my feet leave the ground.
And suddenly, I'm falling.
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Shit.
Shit.
I can feel it rise in my throat again.
My stomach heaves, and with a terrible aftertaste left on my tongue, I retch into the bowl another time.
I collapse onto a tiled surface.
The floor is cold and hard. Probably dirty too, but it's not the time to care about that.
The pain commands my attention.
I'm breathing hard.
My throat feels like sandpaper, my tongue dry.
And every breath hurts.
My skin is on fire, and I can feel the burn in my veins.
It makes me dizzy.
And the walls spin around me.
Suddenly, the urge to throw up emerges again as my stomach knots.
End Flashback-
How long ago had that been?
He smiles at the thought of the good intention gone wrong.
His smile droops, and his mouth curves in a lopsided smile now.
The final hour has come.
A smile graces his lips.
Time to end the suffering, to stop being a burden.
A/N: YAY! Angst. Read and Review~