**V1 published on 06/01/12
**V2 (rewrite) reuploaded on 03/23/13
WARNINGS: Pure angst. Make what you will of what is written (and leave a review criticising/commenting on it?).
Negativity
"Sadness dulls the heart more than the grossest sin" - Anonymous
A brown-haired boy placed his hand on the ice-cold pavement, fingertips gently tracing over the stony texture. The boy's blue eyes held an empty look, but otherwise his face refrained from exhibiting any faint trace of emotion. The rain pouring onto his cheeks like hail and completely soaking his wear wasn't paid any heed, instead the boy dryly observed the other people had fled from the storm and left him the city all for himself. He hated the feeling of loneliness within an emptiness.
In the same town, a man with golden eyes stared out of his open window, which unlike his neighbours' wasn't fitted with a net. This man could smell the rain beat harshly upon the street illuminated by yellow lights, rain particularly storming harshly at the dim alleys. The clouds covered the white moon, leaving no beauty on which to look upon. The man turned away; his mind was moving slowly, losing its sharpness by each passing day. To the man, this was dying.
A young boy sat on a bench in the public park with a mewling kitten in his arms. His expression was wide and curious, presumably pondering his reason for going outside (for he preferred to have a shelter over his head), but this wasn't the case. This young boy was worried of the happenings in this night, how it was affecting others and how others were affecting it. Soft tears slid down the boy's cheeks. He wished he knew why he cried.
A blond boy was lying spread-eagled on a high industrial rooftop, rain slashing at his face and beating him frozen. A closed packet of chips and compacted air was caught floating in the gutter several feet below, patta'ing each time another round of rain rushed at the surface. The city was abandoned of people, its true lights. The boy, oblivious as he was to this white noise, didn't acknowledge the detail. His eyes were half-closed and only saw the hues of his surroundings. Each speck of blue drained him of his will to live.
A beautiful white flower looked up to the rain and let it tap at its delicate petals. The face of sleek perfection sighed heavily and gripped the soil in which it was bound. It smiled gently and closed its eyes. A pure, glowing tune hummed from its stem, so peaceful, so innocent so knowing, so caring. The last embers of a fire long gone.
0.0 Wow. The first paragraph was originally set for a story but I got a little depressed and decided to add some more paragraphs... sad ones. I hope I didn't make you too depressed :( I don't claim ownership of Wolf's Rain.
I'm sorry I didn't include Blue, Quent, Hubb, or Cher! In the end I wanted this to be short and sharp and decided to ignore the other characters. Sorry.
Please review! Now go read something cheerful! :)