Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing.
Summary: "But all he had done was staring, stunned at him dying. He couldn't move and in that moment, that moment of dread, he felt the song pausing. The song simply stopped and he felt nothing any longer, just numbness…but that hardly counted as an emotion."
Pairing: None, really.
Genre: Angst/Tragedy
Song/s: None.
Warning/s: Character death.

Life's like a song

Watching him die, watching him fade, watching the life vanish from his eyes, watching the breath no longer come from his mouth, watching his hands no longer moving…just seeing his death right there, in front of his very eyes, that's torture…

But, he reminds himself, staring wearily around at the rows and rows of people, all dressed in black, that's life. He heaves a deep sigh and feels the soft hum of the wind making his hair sway slightly.

Life…life was nothing but a never lasting melody. You could play and play it, over and over again, but it never ended. Yet it never went on.

A melody, which started out peacefully, went on like that, before turning slightly harder and louder, then back to soft. A sound you keep all the time with you. Everything has a sound…the plants have a sound, the trees have a sound, we have a sound. Because everything had a sound, whether living, whether dead; whether never even alive to begin with.

Some songs, though, start hard and loud, and go on like that. Some start calm and go on like that. Some start hard, become soft, then hard, then soft again—or the other way around.

But the main thing with them was that you could replay it countless times. The memories, the feelings towards the certain person or song, the touch of them, their personality...it's like that tune which gets stuck in your head for a long time. Those are the memories, the life of the person—you think you get over them, think you're never going to remember them, yet they remain on that strong thread, stuck. Even in your sub-consciousness.

They never end because they remain in your mind, so clearly pictured, or heard. They do end because there comes a time when our own melodies end too. But there will always be people who will keep them in their hearts too. They never end because new people appear on this planet; therefore new tunes appear as well.

But life, like a melody, is short despite everything. Exactly when you expect it less, exactly when you think it's perfect right now, where you're living in, fate twists and turns like a thoroughly-done knot. It changes your life in a way you least want or expect. Some songs can also trick you—low, at the beginning, then too loud for your ears to bear.

Life, this never lasting song, this never lasting tune…

Many songs express pain, grieving, misery, joy, happiness, or loneliness…life can be based on one of these emotions, the melody representing them in a way it surprises you. But what you know is that you don't want this song to end, to fade out—you want it to go on and on till the end. Eventually, though, it gets dull and senseless.

I don't care…I prefer a dull, emotionless life rather than this grieving, horrible one.

Some songs express guilt—and that was what he was feeling, as he watched his lifeless body being placed in the coffin. Remorse—and self-loathing. How could he…? Why did he let him die? He should have done something.

But all he had done was staring, stunned at him dying. He couldn't move and in that moment, that moment of dread, he felt the song pausing. The song simply stopped and he felt nothing any longer, just numbness…but that hardly counted as an emotion.

Death, death, death, died, he died, he's dead, never coming back…These words echoed through his mind and suddenly the world was on the move again. It was like a torrent of cold water being poured in over his face.

Spook closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. But even with everything, even with the grief, even with the shame…life goes on. Life starts at this very moment, or some other time. Life never ends, even with death. Life is a never lasting melody…and a melody is a life. And sometimes the only thing left for you to say is…I'm sorry.

I think this thing was pretty horrible, but I always appreciate other people's opinions!

Thanks for reading!

~Trippy