A/N: Hi everyone, this is my very first time publishing my work and I'm super super super nervous, haha. It's just a drabble and it's all placed in Levi's head, so no dialogue or action. Please review, because I might publish more (: Enjoy!
My eyes are filled to the brim with a star-speckled sky. You can see a depth that seems infinite, an end so far it can't be reached – but everything in my eyes has an end, because life wouldn't have it any other way. As sad as it seems, it will all end when my heart stops pumping and my brain collapses. How can I complain, though, for everybody is blessed with the universe deep inside their orbs and faced with the same fate – a reality of never exploring its entirety? No, I will not call my own inevitability an unfortunate event. But everybody's and everything's fate, I will not deny such truth.
What truth I have wished to deny, is ever so present and forceful, a burden heavy against my shoulders. My vision is blurred when I wake up. Not from sleep, but from agony. Flashes of her face cross my conscious, haunting me… just begging to be noticed. As each day passes, their cuts don't sting as much, but are a constant reminder of what's missing in my universe, how the burning stars have burned into obscurity. It doesn't hurt as much, but the pain lingers for a while longer. I wonder how it must have felt for her. In my own selfish, defective bubble, I think that maybe heartbreak is the worst possible feeling, not death.
Yet, how can I be so sure? For when I saw her face, so peaceful in contrast with the blood and twist of her body, against the tree - the cosmos in my eyes ruptured. The stars burst, releasing blinding light and the blackness becomes desolation. The brilliance that once comforted me is suffocated by the realisation of this universe's cruel fate, thrust upon us with no mercy, just like the merciless end of her life.
Why hadn't the stars shone brighter in her eyes when she needed that most? The girl who warmed hearts even in the coldest weather, the girl who's spirits was more breath-taking than the most visual scenery… How could she have been stuck with a fate so undeserving?
It has been days. My infinity has shifted and abruptly, the stars have dimmed because of another's death. It takes me a moment to realise; my universe has never directly relied on fate to find its end. Ever since I unearthed love for the one being I could ever harbour such feelings for, I had filtered my fate through her own, unknowingly burdening her.
Yet, I find myself thinking what could have been and what should have been. Then, something occurs to me. This universe existing in our eyes is transient, compared to everything else. It is nothing but a flicker in the span of time. We can pretend as much as we want and fool ourselves into thinking as long as we live, the worlds and galaxies are of some significance, when really, they are the complete opposite.
I will not fool myself. I can't bear to. The last sparkling star in my very own night sky has burned to its ruin, yet I am still alive. It is nothing but gloom in my eyes and I know people can see its impending close. No, I don't speak of my beating heart, but how breathing itself is too hard on my crushed conscious.
Back in my bubble, I find myself grieving over the sun that is now too far out of my grasp. It saddens me, to no ends, knowing that my starry-eyed lover is no longer shining in my night sky.
A/N: I forgot to mention - I'm Australian so some of the words might have extra u's or s's instead of z's. Thanks for reading and have a good day ~