"Are you afraid of this?"

Feet shuffled nervously in response. He wanted to but-

"Aw. It's like- the abyss. Don't look down or back. Just take a step forward and leap over the darkness, everything'll be fine then, 'cause all that matters is still laying ahead of you. Don't care too much about their stupid dusty rules. They don't know anything at all! Because it feels so incredibly good, makes you all warm inside. Do you still wanna-"

"I want to!", the smile across his face was bright enough to wash away all the bad things in the world. Nothing else than the two claws holding on tight mattered that moment.

"Let's go dear."


Dreams like this one had already become normal to him, ever since his one love was he was holding on now were memories, the bittersweet past. Bittersweet because every happy dream at night made him remember that this was long gone, and wouldn't come back he wasn't grieving he kept asking himself how this all could've happened. His lover had always been the the stronger one of them, determined to reach the aims he had given himself. It had been his love who had encouraged him once to enter a completely new world full of love, need, passion.

All washed away by a small gesture, an unimportant wave of a hand.

Even if their people had to accepted their relationship one day it didn't mean that the others had done the same. Then, one day to the next, they had to part, only for a really trivial thing; it hadn't mattered at all and they could've postponed it one more time, but they didn't. This was the moment everything went wrong. As an investigation had brought to light only one spacecraft had been equipped, so in fact it had been a fifty percent chance that one in particular had been inside the sabotaged one.

How many times had he asked himself this question now?

In his mind it should've been him to fall victim to them, or they should've put bombs in both ships.
But they hadn't, much to his chagrin.

Now every day dragged on like an old chewing gum. Every day his state of mind got a little worse as for not caring for the present time anymore. Not that he'd mind when his people came to visit him one day.

"My Tallest, the Council of Elders has come to a decision. You are going to be freed from your duty from this moment on since your replacement is going to take the oath this moment of time."
The ones delivering the message didn't get much of a response, only one of a million sighs he made every day.
"My- did you listen to what I just said??"

No. Not at all. Not at all did he care for what they had told him; the other part of himself completing the two was long gone, the thing that had any meaning in his life. All day long Purple was waiting for rejoining Red again, leaving behind the numb shell his body was reduced to in this life. Everything would be fine then, whatever had happened would be made good again.

But they'd never understand this feeling from deep down inside.


written: 2:28 a.m.
music: Rosenstolz - "Ich Geh in Flammen Auf"

I cried when I wrote this, and I don't know why.