Well, you guys know how it goes by now. I disclaim everything. Nothing is mine.
Vocaloid (c) Crypton
Hatsune Miku (c) Crypton
Rolling Girl (c) Wowaka
She is going to be crushed. Maybe not yet, but soon. That girl, the one whose feelings are locked inside her head because she won't let them show, she's going to be crushed.
For now, she's somewhat safe. It hurts, but she's just going to keep rolling for as long as she can. Somehow, she'll be protected as long as she can keep it up. She thinks this, which is why she continues. "One more time," but she says that EVERY time; she says that so often. One of these days, she's going to have to hit the bottom, and when that happens, she's going to break. And she knows it.
"'Yet again, yet again.
Even if I can't take it, I will roll yet again,'
she says this, she says this
inside of her head where nobody can hear her!"
If she screams, no one will hear because she won't scream out loud. If she cries, no tears will actually fall. She's fading. Disappearing. But she tries to convince herself that it won't end badly. "I'll be fine," she says, even as she bandages her injuries, trying to stop the bleeding.
She searches for the answers, she's trying not to give up. She keeps falling as she tries to get to the dreams she has, her goals. She goes as far as she can, but they're always out of reach. It hurts, yet she won't stop. It seems like an impossible, permanent fate. When, then, will it cease?
Even if she looks fine, she's lonely, she's scared. It's dark.
And suddenly he's running toward her. No. He always has been. He's been reaching for her, running after her, trying to catch up and stop her from going down farther. He finally makes it to her. He grabs her and pulls her to him. Unlike her, he can stand without falling. He balances her. Him. The person whose throat she grabbed at, swearing to take his breath away someday. He's holding her. She starts crying, but tears of relief, not pain. She clings to him as her bandages fall away. The wounds have healed, yet she never knew; she was too preoccupied with the problems at hand. Not anymore. She can see now how far she'd gone, how torn she had been. She grasps his hand and they walk uphill. The distance up is shorter than the one down. It's over. She smiles at him. "Thank you," she laughs. Her heart soars. He's saved her.
He's saved me. It took me so long to realize it, but he was always there. Not just him. All the people who cared about me; they were always there. I've stopped rolling... finally.
Author note: I wrote this for some apparent reason. Which, for the record, remains unknown to me. lol
I hope very much that you enjoyed this short, random songfic that I one day decided to write. Or at least I hope you didn't hate it.
Sekihan's namahouhou are entertaining. Pretty cute, too. Okay, baibai.