Change is constant.
Change is something that had been present in the world. Something that alters the very aspect of life itself...
It had been so, no, it always had been so. That certain push... that significant push that constantly made the world grew from the mundane. Something that had been forever fixed as a permanent factor. To gain equilibrium as to not disrupt the natural order. And something that continues to exist within every breath of the creatures that concerns it, subsists within planes of terrains that affects it.
My pale light blue eyes grew even paler.
My unstained cheeks becoming blemished.
An uncharacteristic gaze full of nothing but clouding desperation taking its hold.
Left and right, my eyes never faltering, not even registering the curious and bewildered stares around me. I move towards a startled nurse.
The white halls of the hospital further souring my mood significantly...
Change encompasses all.
Change is something that alters almost, if not, all things that is considered as an aspect of the world. No matter how small or insignificant.
A cynical perception. An annoyance that irritates. And even mere realization.
But like everything that had ever existed... there had been a minor misconception.
Words that came from my mouth emerged incoherent and frantic.
The still startled nurse luckily understood my words, along with my unsubtle plight.
Quickly steeling her expression. The professional guided me along the hallways.
Before we came upon a closed hospital door, without even saying any thanks, I slammed the door right open.
Change is natural.
Change had never acted upon under the orders of anything. It had always been proceeding within its natural course. A force that remained intangible even from mortal hands.
The enlightenment that would overwhelm that cynical view. Longing that would call out that annoyance. And realization that would came too late.
Simplified example of things that visualizes change as an effort of mankind. Efforts that only emerged due to the very reason of change. And due to that perception, humans generally recognize change as a reason. A reason to take notice of the setting.
A means to realize something that had been not.
Thus, interpreting that change is synonymous to motivation itself. To them, change is only stirring when one push comes to shove.
A very justifiable description in its own right, but...
There was a very small part of me.
One that mostly enjoyed her company... compare to the bigger and more denial part of my being.
I even had the gall to foolishly expect that what would greet my gaze once the door opened was the usual day to day annoyance and laughs. Something that was too uncharacteristic even for me.
How she had that irksome ability to get under my skin and come out relatively unscathed.
How she would constantly try to rile me up and even be successful in breaking my facade.
How she was capable of creating surprising moments of reflection...
...before she would make an exasperating remark that would completely shatter the built-up atmosphere, that is.
And like how at the end of the day, unrestrained laughs and giggles of contentment would erupt from her lips. While I would try to contain my own happiness. But now...
...what greeted me was a sight that even my most sinister nightmares grew pale in comparison.
Change serves only the results.
Is it not something that exceeds the cynical that overwhelmed its entirety? Accustom of the one irritated to the annoyance? A realization that came too late yet had the chance to progress further? The very reasons why change remained constant in the mortal world?
No, it is solely due to reasons that made change be deemed utilized. Reasons fueled by change that made mankind to move in a more desirable setting.
My knees seem to buckle but I still held strong.
Masking the look of misery and anguish that was threatening to crack from my hardened facade.
But I knew that I couldn't hold my emotions from spilling out any longer.
But as one of the fewer had realized that fact. It was what one individual believed yet chose to ignore.
Almost robotic, my body moved forward without my consent. As if wanting to assure that what my mind had perceived may have been wrong.
One individual knew yet failed to comprehend.
When I reached a bed... a bed a beautiful girl was lying on. My light blue eyes displayed what my mind refused to acknowledge...
...unbridled tears that I couldn't even care for, dripping out involuntarily. While the girl on the bed just smiled weakly from the many yet one of the few visible genuine expressions that had been, and always had been solely for her to see.
An individual that hated change yet acknowledged it without thinking it more thoroughly.
She suddenly spoke without rest. Conveying that whatever state she was in would not affect my life in the slightest.
My expression turned immediately into startling rage, refuting every encouragement. Yet she just smiled contentedly with few scathing words to spare. As if seeing me in my state had been a refresher and has given her a peace of mind.
Her teal eyes closed in response to my ongoing outburst.
Change that started crudely. Yet have evolved into something that regret would soon follow.
As her soft remarks ended. Her smile continued for who knows how long within my anger-filled tirade.
Until I stopped, noting that something was wrong. Very wrong.
That smile... no, that smile was too peaceful compare to the ever-annoying one I would find in her soft and wet lips. Then I realized something.
The regret of ever changing without taking note of the results that followed.
So I drew in closer...
Change that accompanies results that came in various forms but would always held the two and only two outcomes...
Her smile was beautiful, no...
She had been always beautiful. Even from the day where my eyes have set upon her.
How her teal eyes sparked with unending mischief that I couldn't help but come to admire over time.
How her soft and small lips that seem to be capable of spouting nonsense constantly that I came to long more and more.
Change that can make something better. Changes that marks something in the mind as a reason to keep going.
...and how her simple presence by my side could make my once apathetic heart drew some numerous skips and beats.
Yet why do my eyes convey something far from happiness? Anything but the realization that I now can admit is currently missing?
And that change...
Numbness.
That particular emotion that I knew too well just had to manifested right here and now.
The only emotion that I currently felt in this moment.
It's as if someone flicked a switch numerous times. Changing my emotion so instantly from admitted happiness to desperation, then anger, before leaving numbness in that darkened room.
And the light that represented our connection was abruptly snuffed out.
And the change that would always lead to regrets. Regrets that would burn a hole in the heart, distorting its entirety into something far darker.
I, who have been the victim of change when the girl that changed my life descended into an-
If change is akin to results... who's to say that every result would be a happy one?
Yes, I'm a LenKu shipper
Don't worry about my other fic. I did this because my schedule finally cleared. Not that I'm saying that I'll be posting like I used to be. But expect updates if I finally decided where to go from there.
Now this story…
As I said earlier, I'm a LenKu shipper myself. And reading vocaloid kinda, meh, made me write this one? Well, that should be a sufficient explanation right?
Review if you want me to continue or if you want me to change something or just stop right all together, your choice.