He was fading. He could feel it. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling really, just like sitting in a warm bath that was slowly cooling. The warm surrounding growing colder as his body followed suit. He wasn't scared. He had no reason to be. He wasn't dying. He knew that much because his life wasn't flashing in front of his eyes. Oddly for some unfathomable reason he wished it would. Then in some small way he could see her again. The bath water grew slightly warmer. Wait. Her? There was flash. Was it a memory? He couldn't really remember what a real memory was like anymore. Just a colour, pale pink. And a scent. The smell of flowers, it haunted him in a strange way. What would prompt this? The water began to heat. The fire inside him seemed to burst back to life. How had he been so foolish and weak to submit so readily to non-existence? After all he was not so weak willed. He was strong, wise and attractive if he did say so himself. He was…stop. Wait. Who was he? Really? Once upon a time, where had he been and where had he been going? Where ever it was he knew it wasn't here. Not in a million years, no matter who he was, would he be heading here, surely. He'd worked so hard on memorizing everything, but knew nothing. He could not leave like this. With no one to mourn him, with no one to even know he was gone but some snot nosed kid with spiky hair…that was it! The fire inside him exploded out he felt whole again suddenly. He could feel strength gathering to each tiny cell in his body. Suddenly it was like he'd been sleeping for a lifetime and was awakening with a surge of energy. He was complete and on his way somewhere, to where exactly he wasn't positive, but at least it was some where. He would NOT continue merely existing in nowhere, in nothingness. He would go now, he had something to find. That pink, those flowers and that spiky hair. Weather it was the last thing he did…or the first.
A/N: so, what did you think, Rn R please. Have fun! Btw there is more…