Some crazy stuff I pulled off out of the One-Item Challenge with my friends :D Re-read it and realized it worked for Crystal… The plot shall be vague, though, so it's best I warn ye :3
Anywho, please enjoy 3
Staple Wires—
The sound of the contraption's clacking made it hard for others to focus, but, oddly enough, it aligned her mind into tranquility. Like everything in this world was in line with the dreariness she felt in her heart, and the only thing that made her aware of reality's existence was the sound of her stapler—click-click-clicking itself, spewing out the then useless staple wires into the empty table.
Frustration loomed over the others, but it's not like they could stop her. They had lost her as soon as she had placed the second batch of staple wires despite the fact that her side of the paperwork has long been done with.
Not even the loudest scream can pull her out of her staple-clicking trance.
But it wasn't all bad—at least to her, who rarely give a fuck to what her colleagues think. Right now, all she could care about was the soothing sound of her stapler.
She had to listen to it; otherwise she'll lose herself again. Back to that night—that night of hands locked to one another, lips to skin, of eyes shining, as if words didn't matter… as if words were nothing but a secondary way of explaining things. That there was something more powerful than that.
And she had felt it.
Make her stop clicking, and she'd go back to that time when he held her hand and they escapes together, with only each other to turn to. To hold. That what they had was only the other.
And she was okay with that.
Pull it away from her, and she'll find herself reliving that moment, when she held that small figure in her hands, and his arms were wrapped around the both of them protectively. That in that moment, she had nothing else to wish for.
And all she could think about was living the rest of her life with him.
Prevent her from this madness, and she'll forget what reality is like: that reality calls not for holding hands, nor evening kisses, nor fast escapes, nor growing up and facing the world having nobody but each other. Reality calls for acceptance—acceptance of the fact that those hands, those lips… those dreams will never be hers. It will always be another's. Never hers.
She had to rely on the stapler to remind her that.
Two more clicks and the final staple wire fell off. She sighed as she groped for the box she kept just next to her, expecting another set of wires.
But she found that there were no more.
-FIN-