AU What if Joshua had died at the end of Rain's requiem. This was supposed to be its own story, but I liked it ending here, so in this collection it goes!
The house was dark and there was not a sound to be heard. Flies buzzed around the exposed trash can as maggots feasted on whatever decomposing animal was resting on the bottom.
On the edge of a small oak table, an abandoned bowl of Shoyu noodles had collected a swarm of gnats that were as salt on the now mushy meal.
Upstairs, a figure was rolled up in fetal position on the messy bed, debating if it wanted to sleep or cry. A peice of glass was clutched in one of his fists. The figure had a piece of the shattered vase where he had struck it in a fit of rage earlier embedded deeply in his palm and several smaller pieces on the back of his fist where it had shattered under his fury. It hurt like hell, but the spikey-haired figure refused to acknowledge the stinging bite. What was hurt worth anyway? It wasn't like things like a little pain mattered anymore anyway.
Blue eyes rested on a copy of a favorite tag of his and he sneered and flung a speck of blood with his wet hand at the cheery painting.
"Live in the moment, huh?" he spat bitterly, finally deciding to just lay back and stare at the ceiling in utter contempt for the fact he was not alone once again with his thoughts. It didn't matter how much he fought and clawed his way in the world for things like "friends" or "love". What was the point? If infinite beings could be snuffed out like candles, how the hell were finite beings expected to last even a small amount of time?
Being reminded of one such infinite being, he closed his eyes tightly against the burning tears that threatened to fall but never did. He refused to let them go, keeping them trapped within his head. He could not hold back the wimpering sob that escaped his throat however, nor keep it out of his despondent tone as he murmured softly,
"What happens when the moment's gone?"