It's the most innocuous thing in the world: a piece of faded graffiti on a grimy wall inside a freezing New York City loft apartment. There are so many like it in this apartment alone, and thousands more throughout the rest of the city. It's insignificant; unnoticed even by those living there. It's just another part of the wall to them. They walk past it every day, never giving it a second glance, because why would they? Who stops to take notice of graffiti? They should. Writing on a wall is sometimes the only way in which something can be expressed; as if marker pens and spray paint have the power to give voice to the unspeakable.
Two words. Two insignificant words, lost in the tangle of dim colour that masks the rest of the wall. Two words that could change the rocker's world, if only he would notice them. But, of course, why would he? He's seen plenty of graffiti in his life, and it all looks pretty much the same to him. So why would this particular piece matter to him?
She's in pain. She's been in pain since it happened, and she regrets ever doing what she did. The truth is, she misses him. The night her life ended was just as agonizing for her as it was for him. He wasn't the only one who had to say goodbye to the love of his life that night. There's no truth to the saying at all: suicide doesn't just hurt the people you leave behind. She wishes there was a way of undoing her actions, even if all it does is dull the unending hurt, but what is done can never be undone. She knows that, and knew it then. But maybe things will change, if she can somehow get him to see what she has to say.
Sometimes she even hopes that his friend will spot it. He's always looking at things, watching the world, so maybe she can rely on him. But no. His ever-watchful eyes are blind to it as well. Blind to her.
Two words. Five letters each. These two words have the power to change a life. And every day, pale fingers trace them lovingly, delicately, hoping against hope that today they'll be read. Today he'll see them. Today he'll finally notice. Today he'll see her again.
Two words.
April Lives.
A/N: Yikes. Cannot believe I wrote that. This is a prime example of what it's like inside my head.
Anyway, this is just a short oneshot I wrote on a whim after watching the movie version for the fiftieth time. I spotted something on the wall during Light My Candle, and...my mind ran away with it. Ta-daa. So, read and review, flames will be... actually, I wouldn't blame you for flaming this.