Fakir hated this.
He hated feeling like this.
Everything was so quiet around him, day after day. Time was passing by and it felt like he was stuck in the same old rut doing the same thing.
Waking up, going to dance class, going home.
There were little things that made the days different like performances or school trips, but none of them were even remotely interesting.
Mytho was gone. Mytho was Fakir's reason for continuing to live. It gave his life purpose to protect someone.
Rue was gone. Rue was Fakir's reason for having emotions. She made him keep his promise to Mytho and to show that he was true to his word.
And…
Duck was gone. Duck was Fakir's reason to look toward the future and to be himself.
She didn't want him to do dangerous things and it was nice to have someone around that cared about him – the true him. She didn't care that he was a little weak and that he was not perfect. He was a little careless about certain situations and that he made some mistakes. But Duck accepted him even though he wasn't this amazingly flawless person.
Everything was gone.
Fakir didn't want to say it…but he felt like he was going mad.
He tried to write,
About Duck and her life.
But he just couldn't do it.
He tried to dance,
To show his loneliness.
But he just couldn't do it.
He tried to forget her,
Just as everyone else did after that day.
But he just couldn't do it.
It was several months later when Fakir realized how much Duck had meant to him. He knew now he had fallen in love with her.
Deep within the Lake of Despair, he had told Duck inspiring words to show her that everything would be alright. Being true to who she really was would be the best thing for them. To not hide behind false covers given to them by Drosselmeyer.
Fakir knew now at that point he hadn't only been talking to Duck.
He had also been trying to convince himself that the world did not need her.
That he did not need her.
Fakir walked down a small dirt road, towards his little makeshift home by the lake. He clutched his books closer to his side. All around him was quiet. It was late; everyone had already returned home with their loved ones. Fakir opened the door to his home, sitting down at the wood coffee table.
He hated this.
He hated living everyday like a ghost.
But for Duck, the precious girl that changed his life forever, he would sacrifice his sanity for her peace of mind.
For her happiness, he would live in silence forever.
