Hey guys, well this story I wrote as an essay and I thought I'd turn it into a little Takari oneshot
Anyway, hope you enjoy it
On a Valentines Day
It's amazing how people can find their inspiration from a sunset. The reddening sun, the cold sun, the sun that whenever it rises does nothing but bring me more pain, more suffering. How can you look at a sunset and feel at peace? All it brings is misery; all it does is bring darkness. There is no calmness in hearing a waterfall. There is no such thing as a gentle breeze from the wind. Only noise to distract you from a depression known as life. Only a heartless wind that makes you chilled at night, when all you want to do is sleep and forget. The sun's kisses are a poison, never letting me forget what once was, what still is, and what will always be.
My heart has turned to ash, and everything reminds me of her. Everything reminds me of tragedy. They say that with each new day, comes a chance to make up for yesterday. But how can you take those first few baby steps forward, if your feet keep taking giants steps back? Your mind is commanding you to erase it from your memory, but the emptiness which you now call your heart aches, aches of a pain, a pain that will not let you forget.
Valentines Day, a day of joy, a day to love and be loved. Well that's what it's supposed mean at least. How can you enjoy Valentines Day if it only brings back the memory's of the pain, the pain that tears at your soul. I never spend it alone, there's always one other person with me, well at least I used to, but those memories of joy are all gone. Now I spend it alone. And as I stare at the serene abyss I remember that day, the day that my life changed forever…
We were taking a peaceful stroll after watching a movie. The sky was grey. But not just any grey like when it's overcast. This grey had a certain malice to it, it was menacing, almost taunting me, tempting me, in a way that cannot be described by anyone that has experienced it, you'd have to try it out for yourself someday. It was turning even more dark, more deadly with each passing second. Maybe this was some kind of warning? A sign perhaps? Or was it just nature's way of telling me of the inevitable?
It all happened at an unimaginable speed. As if the lightning struck the ground and it was over. But, contrast to this; it was the longest lightning strike in my life. There she was lying on the ground, right in front of me, injured. And the person who had done this to her would never be caught; he was the only one benefiting to this. And none of that would have happened if I had done something, but it was too late, the shot had been fired, and he was off as if it was the starting shot for a race. And by this time, she was gone.
And as the dark coffin was slowly lowered into the grave the ground grew colder. The wind was restless, unsatisfied. I pulled out the velvet box that I had in my pocket, that same velvet box that I always kept there. And now it would find a new home, and I don't think the dustbin is to far off.
But now, now even through the searing pain I see a new calmness, a new light. Maybe you don't have to move forward today to make up for yesterday. Maybe you can stay right where you are, and remember the good times, and maybe that's enough to see the peace in a sunset, feel the calmness in the rush of a waterfall, and feel a cool, gentle wind on your back. And as the last of the sun kisses my soft, sensitive skin, it drains the last of the poison that I injected myself with when sorrow became my master. And for the first time in so long I feel at peace with myself…
On a Valentines Day
So what did you think? I might do a similar thing but as a songfic
For now review