Story Note: Short. Repetitive. Angsty. Not following any specific timeline.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater
Somewhere in a city, many miles off from any normal town, is a girl. She sits on her bed, with a book in her lap, because there is nothing better to do than sit and read. "Nothing better to do," is a stretch, because she actually enjoys reading, but in the present time, that statement is true. There was a time in which she thought that a book would never end up the last resort. She was wrong, because there are a lot of things that she would rather be doing right now. She cannot do these things, and there is a simple explanation.
Somewhere in a city, many miles off from a place where there aren't monsters, there lies a photo album in a lonely apartment. For a long time, said album laid untouched, and over the years, it accumulated dust as its owners never returned to update its pages. It sat in a room, and like the dust, was soon followed by other things such as novels and pamphlets, and before long, the album's existence was forgotten.
Somewhere in a city, many miles off from a peaceful place in which you can hear yourself, a girl sits on her bed.
Somewhere in a city, many miles off from freedom, a photo album sits in a girl's lap.
Somewhere in a city, many miles off from what this girl wants so badly, she flips through the pages slowly, savoring the images and quietly observing the crazy things caught in time that she used to do. It is surprising, that these scenes, these moments of carelessness, were only a few years ago.
Somewhere in a city, many miles off from happiness and the vague feeling it leaves behind, a picture of a man with snowy white hair and dark rich eyes stares back at a girl. He is smiling, and she if she tries hard enough, she can still remember the way his soul would reverberate across the entire apartment. If she tries hard enough, she can almost imagine that he is still with her. Upon a photo of the two of them, him dragging her across pavement because she had refused to something (she can't quite remember what), her throat swells.
Somehwere in a city, many miles off from what is right, a photo (just a single photo) begins to collect tears. A drop. Then another. And finally, a fountain that splatters against the image, distorting the figures within it. The girl tries to quit, so as to not ruin the photo, but she only sobs harder.
Somewhere in a city, many miles off from a ray of light, a girl sucks it up, because there is nothing she can do to change what is done. Nothing to change the cruel fate of the world. So she wipes away the tears and closes her eyes so that she is greeted with darkness.
Somewhere in a city, many (oh so many) miles off from a world that is not cruel, is a girl, and she is quiet, with a book on her lap.
Because there is nothing better to do.
A/N: I'm only half-asleep at the moment. I hope you enjoyed that because I sure as hell don't know what I just wrote. Good night you guys, and thanks a bunch for reading, even though 999/1000 of you guys wont even fav/review this. Sigh. Again, goodnight~