His Only Light
Prologue
Small drops of ice fell from the evening sky, floating down onto the ground where more of its kind gathered. From above, it looked like a crisp white sheet covering everything in sight. Below -where the pale lights of the lamp post added to its beauty- the city looked as if a winter fairy waved its wand and created a winter wonderland.
Everything was silent on this beautiful, cold night.
You are my sunshine,
'Mi…kan,'
It might have been no surprise if one were to see ghosts dancing or drifting, if you will, on such a night. But there was one ghost that did not drift. Although the night was silent, one would think to hear its footsteps. No, this was no ghost, quiet as it was.
My only sunshine,
'Come back to me…'
As the silhouette came closer to the pale light his features became more distinguishable. Pale and bruised skin showed under the black of a jacket, as well as blood. It ran down everywhere on his person. Especially his face and hands.
You make me happy
'Please...'
The person was now directly underneath the lamp post, and raven, black hair shown. His eyes opened. Such a color they were. For they were the color of red. The same that now stained the ground on which he stood, marring the pure white.
If those eyes were to smile, they were sure to be a sight. Instead they were lifeless. As if the light had been snuffed out of them, like a lit candle placed in a storm.
When skies are gray,
'I need…'
As the person moved out of the light, one could hear the shudder in his breath and see the way how he kept one of his broken hands painfully clutching his chest, while his other hand –unbroken as it was but still injured- held his leather jacket closed from the cold.
You'll never know, dear,
'...you…'
He passed by and disappeared into the shadows of the night.
How much I love you
If one was to look back, one would see a trail of bloodied footprints as well as the little droplets of red spattered upon either side of the footprints.
Please don't take
My sunshine
Away
Gathering what little strength he had left, he opened his mouth and shouted to the cold, night sky.
A piercing cry, seeming almost inhuman suddenly shattered the quiet. Such raw grief and anger could be heard in that cry, and haunted silence filled its wake. If one were to hear it, he would have shuddered but made out a name.
"MIKAN!!"
