A/N: This is a rewrite of what I wrote 2 years ago. Yup 2 years since I published anything haha. Well anyways, I hope you enjoy this short story C: I am not exactly the best author around but I tried so do take a little bit of time to read and review so that I can improve. Thank you!
Disclaimer: D Grayman is not owned by me. All credits goes to Katsura Hoshino.
Everyone has a path to walk. A journey to complete. From the moment you are born till your last breath, you are walking, walking...
Allen's walk started alone. The path is not easy for him. There are roses but with roses, come thorns. The snowy white petals of the delicate flowers were slowly dyed into another shade as time slowly creeps by. White fading to red. Red fading to black. He paused before, to look at the roses, to touch the brittle petals, to get pricked by the thorns. But those where the past.
As he continues walking without a choice, people start joining in. Paths merged and hearts entwined. The roses where replaced by his friends' smile in his mind. He smiled and he laughed and he cried along with them. His road became so much more colourful, adorned by not just thorny bushes of roses anymore but also the heart and souls of the people he love and those whom he treasure.
The journey carries on. Even with all the colours and light, there are still shadows and darkness thrive within their depth. The people around him tried to help him banish the darkness, to kill it so that he can stay happy and cheerful. Yet, however hard they try, however hard they fight, there are still shadows in his mind. And those, only he can fight.
Time passes by. Just like what people say, time can be really so cruel sometimes. The people around Allen starts to disappear. They slowly fade away, leaving nothing but a sad, blurry memory. Well is it not true that no matter how much fun you had with a person, when they leave, all they leave behind is a dark, sad hole, gapping in your heart? And the saddest thing, is to get used to that pain, just like how Allen did.
The path starts to have more crossroads and steps got harder to take. The support, the love, is almost not helping anymore. So much doubt. Too much of it. Who is with me? Who is not? The doubts fill Allen's mind constantly, painfully. His path starts getting narrower, colder and the roses are back again, this time as black as Death itself and with thorns so sharp that a soft stroke can draw blood. And still, he has to face a battle in his mind for he cannot escape it, just like how he cannot keep those around him however much he wish he could.
The path continues to stretch ahead, the future darker, murkier. No one will know what will happen. What can you do? Turn back? But the past is already sealed. Escape? There is no escape. So what can you do? Nothing much.
And so, Allen walked.