Zebra Stripes
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The world is grey.
No smiles or laughter grace his face. Instead, sorrow is reflected in his solemn eyes. Time wasted is failure in his mind and it weighs heavily on his consciousness. Thoughts of what could have been, but is not, are considered and wished for. The weight of being far behind also weighs heavily on his mind, pressing the weight of what feels like the world onto his shoulders. Eyes scan a page but do not read it. Pen writes an answer but the mind does not process it. A heavy heart and mind compel him to simply lay his head on the desk and think, eyes gazing off into the distance.
My heart hurts to see him like this. For me, the world has also lost its brilliant colors. I have no smiles or laughter for the world who so cruelly stole my beloveds. With thoughts racing through my mind, I also contemplate; not what could have been, but what could be.
The teacher tells us to get into groups. It's always me and him, maybe others. But not today. Today he gets up and talks to her. She nods. He smiles. They sit together, joined by a past love of mine. They are all smiles and laughter. I can only watch.
My heart breaks. How has she restored the joy that I could not? How has she so easily brought the color back to his life? Why her? Why not me…? I lower my head to the desk and sigh, watching the people around me.
The world is grey, fading slowly, but still grey.
Kitty and Bobby as viewed by Rogue in class, before happiness, and the cure.
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