EEP! Sorry to wait, but I wanted to see how Thursday played out before I posted this!
Prologue:
Blue, clear like water.
Pink, soft as rose petals.
Porcelain, or maybe alabaster, purer than pearls…
Eli's pen struck furiously through the disgustingly sappy phrases that seemed to just materialize into his head. Why, oh why couldn't he stop thinking about her? Music, working on Morty, writing- none of it helped; it was like she was a parasite that threatened to consume him.
He shook his head. No, no one could call her a name so vile. If anything, this was his fault, for being careless, for being melodramatic, for carrying so much emotional baggage that he screwed up his relationship with the most important person alive-
Alive. What if She was still alive?
No, not today! Thinking about Clare was bad, but thinking about Her at the same time was nothing short of suicidal. Was he really that masochistic?
Of course. Why else would he have allowed himself to be drawn to the absolutely adorable little sophomore, when he still was in mourning, completing a penance for his past sins?
Before meeting Clare, there hadn't been a day, an hour, or a minute that She wasn't on his mind. He had lived his life in regret; taking part in sadness so extreme it became visible to everyone. He had found the broken down hearse that had carried Her to the funeral, and had spent his entire savings on it. His tastes in music, which had already been slightly dark, grew even more so. Then, most importantly of all, he hadn't worn anything, not one single thing, that was colored since the day She'd died.
It had been a red shirt, crimson, even, like blood. Her blood. It had turned darker when he cried, to rust, to rot, a harbinger of the decay that would soon set in.
But, more than anything, it had been the last rays of a sunset, on Her life, their relationship, and his happiness. Since he'd worn that red shirt, there'd been nothing but eternal night. Eli was a planet, catapulted away from his sun, slowly growing colder and more miserable as he wandered the dark expanses of space, alone. People avoided him, and he returned the sentiment. Nobody should bother with him anyway; he didn't deserve friends, not with this much emotional baggage.
Maybe he'd get to be this way forever, lost, until he grew completely cool and it'd stop hurting. Sunset was brief, and twilight even more, but this night, this long lasting, never ending night, that he could make last a lifetime.
Reviews are almost as amazing as Eli. ^_^
The next chapter should be up by the end of the day! It's entitled "Stars", if that gives you any hint about the subject.