"Do well."
The ravenette man gave his final farewell, gazing at the five identical sisters in front of them as they turned their back and separated from his presence. His last words to them weren't anything astoundingly special in regards to what had been said, just simple and curt as could be. Two words that conveyed his wishes well. And he was fine with that.
The young man could only watch with a smile as the group in front of him went further and further away, leaving him in the dust as their memories of him faded with the trail they left behind.. Had he still had a heart, he was absolutely certain it would have split into five, as if it were cracked and battered across the pavement on which he stood.
Soon, the quintuplets had left his vision, laughing smiles were carved into their faces as they turned a corner and passed behind a building while their bright crimson hair flew with the wind, leaving the golden-eyed boy alone. The boy knew what the outcome would have been, it was inevitable they would have left his eyesight eventually, but somewhere deep down in his mind, he thought that maybe it was a bit too soon.
Alas, there was nothing he could do. A flash of regret left him as quick as it came; a swarm of illuminating cyan colored lights began enveloping the ravenette. He had no idea where they came from, but that did not matter. His time was up, and he was fine with that.
The young man lost his sense of feeling as he was wrapped in the glowing lights, a quick sense of weightlessness was the only thing that came to mind as he was taken to another plane of existence. Despite the gruesome journey he was headed for, he felt nothing. Maybe a sense of dull boredom? Regardless, he was fine with that.
Were he an outsider looking at strange occurrences taking place, he may have called the scene mind blowingly amazing. But there were not outside, it was only him and the fireflies. The fleet of lights did remind of something, however.
His mind was brought to that now forgotten memory, where he, his sister, and the quintuplets lit up a lone and desolate park with sparklers. A faint linger of the joy, happiness, and togetherness he felt that day lingered across his mind, before quickly being extinguished, similar to the sparklers they used that day..
Had he had a heart, he was certain it would have hurt. Had he any sense of feeling, he was sure his transparent body would be trembling. Of course, he lost such things, and he was fine with that.
The fireflies loosened their grasp on the boy, a few even left, yet a couple stuck around him. He was free from the grip of the iridescent orbs noiselessly buzzing around him, and so he seized that freedom without a second's notice and walked forward.
He didn't know where his feet were taking him, he had no place to go anyway. He had no home, no friends, no family. He was but a ghost traveling across the world, a young child looking through the window of a candy shop. And he thought nothing of it.
He thought he would walk until his feet would no longer allow him, but that dull ache of pain never came. It wouldn't come. Coudlnt.
He moved forward as the dark sky shifted into a beautiful blue, and as that sapphire blue transitioned into a deep violet, an endless cycle he witnessed over and over again. He did not mind though, as the passage of time did not have an effect on him.
He let the winding streets and crack riddled asphalt guide his steps. Eventually that road ran out, and when it had, he paid no mind and continued walking forward, phasing through the sky piercing buildings and the ground puncturing tunnels, he did not stop.
Soon, he ended up from whence he started, the beating sun blanketing the surroundings around him and he noticed the unmistakable faces of the five sisters he had once known.
He stopped his feet and stared upon them.
They were draped in a cap and gown, both brandishing a deep shade of blue and the smiles that spanned to their ears were nothing less than a pearly white. But, they were crying as they embraced each other. He didn't understand why, but despite their smiles and auras of joy mixed with triumph, they were crying in each other's arms while a pale figure, presumably their father, congratulated them.
Regardless of his confusion, he felt the warmth of a thousand stars permeate from where his heart had once been. He smiled. He couldn't stop the action, so he went with it. He too brandished a smile too big for his face. He didn't know why, yet it felt good.
Along with the group were two others, a sandy blond haired man with a smaller child by his side. Her silk like black hair tied into a ponytail, smiling along with them.
He recognized them as his father and sister respectively, and so his mouth went wider than he thought was possible.
He entertained the notion of going up to them, congratulating the five himself, but he quickly dashed the idea. They wouldn't have seen or heard him anyway. They wouldn't have remembered him. But he was fine with that.
The man continued his walk, forcing himself to look away from the sight. He traveled the same route again, saw the same nights and days go by again, saw the same people walking down the street again.
He recalled the lush green scenery and trees he had visited on his first walk through, he remembered the pink leaves and colorful flowers that he had seen once before, but he did not stop. He continued.
He could not grow attached to the physical world he was once a part of anymore. The only thing he had from back then were the memories he had made, the memories only he remembered. But he was fine with that.
His memories were proof that those events did take place, and for that he was glad.
The contract he had agreed upon crossed his mind somewhere along his journey across the continent. He had forgotten the emotions he had felt once he agreed, but he had never regretted taking the action. As long as they were happy, he would be as well.
He traded his life for all of their happiness. He traded their problems for himself. He was fine with that..
Although they had forgotten him, his impact never left. And he was fine with that.
Soon a blizzard of snow kicked in. He did not feel the cold. He was fine with that.
After, a blaze of heat came around. He did not feel the heat. He was fine with that.
The man was not lonely. The memories and fireflies kept him company. And he was fine with that.
That man did not feel, but he was fine with that.
Eventually, the man explored the world. He was unsure of how much time had passed since he joined the glowing orbs, but that did not matter.
Since the sister's graduation he witnessed that one day, he had not seen the quintuplets. He was uncertain if he would ever meet them once again.
And although the vestiges of his heart ached, he was fine with that outcome.
Because wherever they were, he knew they were happy.
And he was fine with that.