"It's been a month now..." Yumi sighed as she got ready for school. She picked up her backpack and went out the front door, grabbing a pop-tart as it projected out of the toaster. Perhaps it was hot, but she felt utterly drained as soon as the sun rays hit her skin. Permeated with radiation, each ray magnified to thousands of intensities higher than the crest of any wave should be...all refracted onto her body, as if the surrounding world recieved no light at all...and in its absence was covered in a hopeless cloak of darkness.
This photic aura sustained her in this dark sub-world filled with the cruelest, the most evil of creatures...God's abominations. She could still see a faint red glow coming from the tar-black pavement; he had been there but a month ago. How many more times would she see him die? How many more times would she hear his voice again as her mind slipped off into sweet subconcious recapitulation of past events?
Was it fealty? Was she loyal to him? Could she even say his name without spitting...well, without puking? Red-hot tears smoldered in her eyes, eliciting waterfalls from her corneas in a never-ending salty river straight from her tear ducts. He had told her once that she was beautiful when she cried...hell, he had told her she was beautiful in every way, every instance, every circumstance upon every body part within every potential occasion...yet he did so silently.
But they both knew...they could both hear his thoughts clear as a bell tolling throughout a small town at midnight. The sun glared menacingly, trying to eek out a few more slivers of light.
She walked with a smile raised across the pavement...mp3 player blasting...hands quaking...thoughts erratic and terrifying even to herself. Sometimes she wondered if she was the same as the others, who somehow could never see or understand her plight no matter how many times she bemoaned her fate. no matter how many times she regailed their myriad of adventures, recounting each and every time they so much as glanced at each other.
She had, in truth, become utterly obsessed and grimly fascinated with death; it was always on her mind.
Even as her mind relapsed into earth-shattering levels of depression, at least to her, she still wondered how it would be if still more died or if she died before them.
She smiled, an ever-smile as transparent panacea erased itself from her face.
Zoom 1 year:
"Another day...I really need a beer." But minors can't drink...not even if forgetting would stop the quaking...would make her body start acting normal again. She was tired of her heart constantly beating, her eyes never closing...sleeping only by passing out. No bodily function known to man worked anymore...she needed another's comfort. Yet, know it seemed that her friends had moved on in this time of peace. They no longer had a binding chain, especially with the loss of "hIm."
"It is all their fault. If they wanted to help they should've asked a year ago." Always taunting her with false advertising; she wanted so much to give in and pretend. Pretending does not exist, not when the sun still burns against your back. Always dizzy...Sissy was pregnant of course. That was HIs legacy. hiS only legacy. His last effort. HiS last effort. HIS last effort.
Why did she get to die and leave Yumi all by herself? Why did Ulrich have to go? "Why did you have to go Ulrich?"
The sun merely laughed. Acid rain poured down, icy wind shuddered, and blackness enveloped her once again. Still, her lips would attempt to form a weak smile, even if noone paid it any attention anymore.
The sun set, as the crescent moon, a sickle, drifted up into the sky: a purple haze of confusion and utter despair.
The purple fog beckons once more...