Truth.
It's a fleeting word- one of such significance it's often used jokingly, along others like 'sorry' or 'love'. Truth. Maron had been lied to before. No surprise- so has the multitude of people in this world, whether conscious of it or not.
Everyone is seeking an answer to some age-old, identity-revealing question. Why, only God knows, and only God has the information they desire so. Waiting, however, is still an unpleasant concept. Waiting… to die, to live, to understand.
The silence greeting her inquiries (who am I; who can I trust?), sometimes, is overbearing; a dull pulse in the back of her head. It hurts, like her whole existence is merely a glass-mirage waiting to come crashing down, back to reality.
She can see her reflection; a pretty girl, a lonely girl. You call this pure? You call this living? What is living? What is loving?
Maron couldn't help but be so curious. Anyone who has gotten close enough to acknowledge her questions either doesn't know how to reply, or has left her. She hates being alone (as does the multitude of people in this world). And the crazy thing is, alone as she feels, so does everyone else. Is it possible for everyone to be lonely… together?
And truly, she isn't alone. She's still got Chiaki- that jerk, the pervert he is, he's still there. He's the only truth she knows, that silver lining on a rainy day. And somehow, she is content with that reasoning.
Miyako- she's there, too. Always enthusiastic, eccentric in her own ways… best friends till the end, wasn't it…?
And when Maron thinks about it, she forgets the reason for all this bitterness towards the faults of life. In all truth… she isn't alone. Amongst the apparent loneliness lays familiarity in the hearts of strangers, scattered across the land.
She just has to open her eyes and look around to see the most evident truth of all.
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One shot. -cringe- Don't expect me to be doing another KKJ fic any time soon… as always, please review…