It was dark. Too dark. It was silent. And storming. And somewhere, somebody was weeping.She could feel it behind her. Breathing in the back of her mind. It was waiting. She felt it creeping, always behind her, always with stealth. She forced herself not to cry, not to feel or show emotions. It was easier that way, to exist. If she couldn't forget, then she could pretend that she didn't care. She knew she should not will away the pain, but she tried to anyways. And when she found it impossible, she acted to everyone's standards. She lived with the hope that what she wanted, what she missed, would soon find her and she would be able to move on. Somehow she realized that it would never happen. It could not possibly ever be. And she was then sad. She continued on, just barely. She ignored the world. She hated the world. It was horrible. But it was life. It was exhausting, but it was true. She was heartsick. She was lonely. She was dying.
SIX MONTHS LATER
It was dark. Very dark. They were silent. It was storming. And they were there, weeping. She could not feel them above her, crying over the casket. They weren't waiting. They could feel memories of her, swirling, always around them, always with pain. They allowed themselves to cry, to show their emotions. It was easier that way, to except that she was gone.
This was a short story I wrote a long time ago, I decided to convert it into a fic. Read and review to let me know what you think! MIZU AKUMA
