Trying to fill the ocean with pebbles
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Snow. The way it falls, like feathers. Except feathers don't sound like bells.
His left arm's bleeding, dark red leaking onto the snow-covered ground - drop by drop. Doesn't know how long he's been lying there, but the pain went away a long time ago - if it was there to begin with.
It doesn't look like he's bleeding. It really doesn't. The blood blends in with the rough redness of his skin; only if you look at it real close, you'd see how it reflects a piece of moonlight.
He tries to lift his head.
...Floating.
And lets it fall back into the snow with a soft plop.
The full moon stares down on him. A silver orb. Gets eaten away by a caterpillar every night, said Mana, eyebrows furrowed, like he's contemplating something. His breath comes out in smoke, before he calls his break over, stands up and starts walking again.
The snow is so pretty.
A chuckle flutters through cracked lips, as if trying to laugh away his current dilemma. Kanda's always said he was too soft.
Well, it's true. Look where it got him this time.
Where was Kanda anyways?
Like a floating shadow, a crow flies across the treetops. Cawing. Out to a expanse of eternity and eventually disappears. Leaves rustle. Little bits of snow drop to the ground like falling stars.
His fingers twitch. It's hard to move them.
Linali. If she could see him. Her lips pursed in worry and a scolding rolling off her tongue. She'd fuss over him like she always did when really, he didn't need it. But it was nice, nonetheless. Ravi - he'd pull a joke, accuse him of being suicidal. You can't always be the sacrafice, Allen.
And Kanda...
Would curse. In every language he did and didn't know. And lecture with the fewest words possible. Then brood in the corner just like the dark, moody character he is.
His fingers twitched again.
If only he could touch the snow. So pretty.
A laugh fell from his lips, later turned into a cough that hacked at the back of his throat. Raw, stinging pain. There's flecks of blood around his mouth, he knows. It should bother him, but it doesn't.
Stars twinkle and blur.
Wonder if the moon tastes of copper and silk?
When Kanda finds him three hours later, lingering somewhere between dream and reality, skin pale as death and tinged blue with frost, he doesn't say "I told you so" - or anything at all. Just scoops the kid into his arms, tucking the uniform in around him. And takes him home.
There was once a crow who tried to fill the ocean with pebbles.
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