This chapter is titled Sand Castle derived from a song of the same title in Japanese by Wakeshima Kanon. I found the sudden inspiration for this randomly and I think I like the length. I purposely mentioned a phrase four times because of a Japanese superstition involving the number four. It was very wrong of me but as this story has to do with death anyway, it seemed appropriate. I apologize if I offend you.
I laid on that beach full of coldness and desolation, the quiet swish of the ocean caressing the sand and pulling it back. It seemed like that's what death was doing to you. Caressing you softly and enticing you to follow before pulling away and leaving you broken only to recover slightly and repeat the cycle. You were moving closer and closer to death's edge but he couldn't take you all at once, no, your strength wouldn't allow that. He pulled you in closer and closer and weakened you to this point, to the point of no return.
I laid on that beach full of coldness and desolation. The sky was dark and the frustration began to kill me inside. You couldn't be saved and so you suffered next to me, in my arms, inside, everywhere. You said it was okay but your eyes showed your pain, your face showed death, your body showed your agony, the agony of the relief that would never come, the salvation the would never grace you until you were dead. How had it come to this?
You called my name. The nickname you had given me when you said I was pouting supposedly, the nickname you gave me after I sulked after a fight, the nickname I allowed because you had come up with it.
"Grimmy," you reached for me and I held your hand to appease you, to try and take some of your pain but you smiled at me and I knew it hadn't worked. Your eyes weren't smiling, your pale, sunken face gave me no indication of change but the raise of your lips had me smiling back at you because there was nothing else I could do. "Grimmy, let's build a sand castle."
I nodded to you and you watched with dimmed eyes as I built up a mound of sand and dug a little tunnel through it. You reached out and patted down a side and smiled again.
"Grimmy, what a beautiful sand castle. Let's live in it together so you don't have to be sad anymore."
I couldn't bring myself to utter out a word.
I laid on that beach full of coldness and desolation and as you laid there beside me, I knew that the edge you had gone over was someplace I couldn't reach just by laying there.
I laid on that beach full of coldness and desolation, I knew that you weren't there anymore. Just being beside me, and you were never really there, you had left me a long time ago and that was cruel of you.