….. I'm listening to music…..
Music helps me think clearly…
Now I want to write sad, yet fluffy stories… Stupid music makes me emotional…
So, you'll all have to suffer through me writing whatever I feel like writing because music has made me do so.
ENJOY THE PAIN OF ANOTHER ONE-SHOT….!
Goodbye.
Sorrow. An emotion I felt all too often these last few days. It was an awful feeling; one I was very familiar with, as I often instilled this feeling within others. But today… Today was different… Today…Today I was the one feeling the sorrow.
Standing in the back, out of the view of the others, I watched in solemn silence as they lowered her body into the ground. It had been a horrible accident; no one was to blame, and yet… I found myself angry that I had not done more… More to save her…
Kimiko had been killed… The tragic event was accidental. Wuya had not meant to trap her inside a rock creature and smother the poor girl with dirt. She had not meant to suffocate her to death. But the mud-slide had been a problem none of us had anticipated… Everyone had been trapped… But none had realized that she… Not until it was too late…
Gazing deeply at the coffin, I watched with a forlorn look as they slowly began placing the dirt upon it. The lovely deep ebony carvings with intricate flowerings expressed who she was in life. A bubbly and beautiful person.
Each respected monk placed a rose upon her grave and said their last words to her. Tear-filled requests and confessions rang over and over in my head. Expressions of love never spoken, and the bond of family never tied together. I had never been moved by these sorts of showings before in my entire immortal life…
But here I was, watching her funeral and crying alone by myself. I couldn't understand why I was crying; she had never been more to me than any of the other monks had…
Perhaps then… That means I've grown fond of each of them… And I'll one day have to see each of them slowly wilt away and fade into the earth. Now the question remained, would I be able to bare it?
The others slid back inside, where they all tried to return to life… Abnormally… And permanently broken…
I approached the headstone they had carved for her. 'Kimiko. A wonderful friend. The bravest of us all. We can only hope she faced death with the bravery she had in life.'
Tears welled into the corners of my eyes. No, I did not love, nor did I even like her. But I had hated her and the other monks so very much that we all grew close and formed a bond. We were now as intricately wound together as a perfectly woven scarf. Our destinies were one.
And seeing that she had been destined to die unhappy and with so much to live for, I felt heaviness in my chest to think of my life in turn.
Carefully, I adjusted some of the upturned earth above her and I planted a single blue rose into the ground.
I left with one word. Now that the flower was there, it would bloom and grow and spread her beauty to other flowers. One word was all I needed…
Goodbye.