Chapter 2: Endless Days
It's true, or at least I believe it to be true, That once you have lost love and it is gone from your life it takes time to recover. It is impossible to be sure how long, but one truth I am sure of. If you were to take all of the emotions that a person endures throughout this time, and piece them together in their own space of time that they actually occur it would seem an eternity. This is because those without love loose track of time. There are no weeks, months, or sometimes even years, just an everlasting flow of endless days.
"How relevant exactly is that?" you might ask. Well, that's a good question. This is the reason. In order to understand the end of the story you must first understand the beginning. When is the beginning of love? Does it begin when two people break up? Of course not. Does it begin when two people meet? No, it doesn't. So when is the beginning of love? It begins inside oneself, at such time when a person realizes the truth. And sometimes it will find it's root in the dark times and the endless days. In order to love another you must first love yourself.
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The rain was falling heavier than ever now. The sky was dark, and there was no break in sight. Wind howled as it gusted through the trees which dotted the landscapes of the Garden. It hadn't rained for ages, or at least it seemed so. Often times it was joked about that perhaps it would never rain again. Even this series of storms that was now making it's way through the skys above came without a warning. It was, despite it's ferocity, a welcome gift to the parched landscapes which so eagerly soaked up the abundant drink which were pouring freely now from the heavens above.
The soil, however, was not the only thing that was parched and barren. Inside of the garden in a small dormitory style room a lone figure sat in the dark listening to the rain as it pelted against the roof in all of it's fury. He didn't move, he seemed almost lifeless. Even the ever so slight rising and falling of his chest seemed insignificant amidst the sounds of the belligerent storm on the outside.
Zell had turned his bed to face the window after the rain had started a few hours before. He turned the light of, and tried to sleep. He was, I suppose, hoping that perhaps this raging storm would in some way if by pure osmosis, send it's flooding waters pouring into his parched and barren heart washing all of his cares away. It hadn't worked.
So, there he sat in the dark. The lightning and wind were intensifying now. It was quite a display. Through his window, he watched it all. It's funny, nature is at it's most beautiful point when it is at it's most hostile.
Even watching the beauty and the fury of nature in all it's power, and authority seemed unfruitful in washing Zell's cares away as he had so desired. It seemed nothing would. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. He couldn't seem to do anything at all except for think. And even at that, it was not of things that he wanted to think about. He felt like crying, or at least so it seemed, but he had no more tears left to cry. He wanted to scream, but his voice trembled and escaped him. He even considered once or twice that maybe he wanted to die. Those thoughts were quickly cast off as he knew all to well how much he loved life itself.
He'd thought for sure this rain would clear his head. Yeah right, it didn't do anything of the sort. It did the opposite. It made him think of everything that had happened to him. It made him think of how he had been wronged, and everything. Finally he broke loose and spoke to himself.
"Why? huh?" he said. "Why me? Why must I have to go on like this. Maybe it's all a dream and I can wake up. Maybe then I'll see that this could not be my reality." He pondered that thought. Then he decided to pinch himself. "It must all be a dream. He thought, or more like a nightmare." He continued thinking aloud.
"Who can I blame for this. I did. My best." He spoke at a slightly louder tone. "Who, who who?"
He got up from his chair and walked over to the window, and stood there staring out. He couldn't see anything but shapes and colors all a blur in the torrential downpour. He continued his monologue asking himself over and over again who's fault it was that he was miserable. Finally He couldn't take it any more, and he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Why must I be miserable?" He yelled.
Just then a flash of lightning hit very near bye. It illuminated the sky into a bright fluorescent glow. It brightened up the window through which Zell Dincht looked, and for a split second he saw something that he'd been avoiding now these first two weeks since he lost his love at the library. The image he beheld was his own countenance.
It almost frightened him. He looked awful. He was unshaven, and his face seemed terribly tight and bony. His hair was unkempt and his countenance broken. And that's what had become of him. He looked at this image in his window. It lasted mere seconds, but it seemed to last an eternity. He saw himself for who he really was, and what he had become. It made him sick. It was almost more than he could take. He wanted to turn away, but reality just sank it's tentacles in deeper. And deeper and deeper. And then with a clap of thunder it was gone.
"Good riddance" Zell thought aloud. "That's what I am, I can't change it now can I?" He continued as her turned from the window and made his way back to his bed and laid down. Sleep came to Zell that night as it always did. But just like it always had since that fateful day, Zell's slumber was not a peaceful one. It was filled with images of his past. All the times they'd spent together. This time however, it was filled with something even more real, and startling than ever. One solitary picture... of his present.
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Well It would seem to me that Zell was facing some grave reminders of the state of his life. It's been said that there are times of Rain, and times of drought. Well, no matter how much water fell outside. There wasn't enough anywhere to fill up his inside. Or was there. Well, there wasn't. Not as far as Zell could see anyway. But nature was proving many things to Zell that evening. He just didn't understand it yet.
First of all, drought comes. It happens, and there is nothing you can do about it. It's a fact of life. You can either live in it, and realize that life goes on. Or you can wallow in your own pain, and not move on, or you can live in the midst of a desert And know that one day the rains will come even on the driest of harts just like the driest ground. Zell wasn't ready to accept it, but it was days like these that would help him learn, and learn well.
And so it goes with the endless days. They seem to just go on forever and ever. Especially to someone who has known the sweet days of love that run swiftly and end so quickly as well. However, there are those people who don't know anything but the endless days of life. They live in the same scheme of endless boredom day in and day out. Never knowing what it's like to live anywhere else. It is these who are caught so off guard when love strikes them by surprise. But then think about it, aren't we all a little off guard when love strikes us. Kinda funny aint it? But that's just the way life goes. Until it shows up, however there is only one life to live and that is the life of wishful thinking. And that is the monotony which can only be found in a life devoid of love.
Fujin was certainly no stranger to a lonely life. No one got near her. She honestly believed that it was because there was something wrong with her, but the truth was no one could get near her because she wouldn't have it. Not to awful long ago she stood in the same situation she'd felt she'd been in all her life asking the same question she always asked. Why me. And so goes the life of one who has never tasted the sweet fruit of love. I guess there was one benefit for Fujin, and that was the fact that she'd never bitten off the bitter end either.
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Fujin sat up in bed. The morning sunlight had woken her up. It was unexpected especially since for the past few days there'd been nothing but rain and clouds. Funny thing was, that was just the way Fujin liked it. The gray skys and torrential rains of the past few days were perfect for her mood. She'd always liked the color gray, it was so dreary. It was so dismal. It was so... Well, it was so much like Fujin life.
Fuu had never known anything remotely close to happiness. She'd just always been there. Her childhood from as young as she could remember was moving from home to home, and from family to family. By the time she arrived at garden, she felt more like an unwanted house pet than a human being.
It never feels good to be unwanted, and that is exactly how she felt. It's hard to feel otherwise when no ones ever been able to be with you longer than a few months at a time. There was, at least one constant thing in her life. It was Raijin. Raijin and Fujin were inseparable. Whenever they switched families they were together. It was her mother's request.
Ah yes, her mother. There was a name that brought up feelings for her. In fact on this bright sunny morning her mother was the first thing on her mind. No surprise. She always was. Fujin got out of her bed, and walked to the window. She walked slowly. Not as though she were taking her time, but more like she were injured. Maybe she was. She looked out the window for a short time. The sun seemed ten times brighter than usual. She hated that. She didn't like the whole idea of bright sunny days. For some they were a sign of happiness. For Fujin, they were just another time for the same old crap. She didn't need this shit.
She allowed herself to look out the window only momentarily before she drew the blinds closed. It was funny, but she almost instantly felt a little better. To Fuu, darkness meant seclusion, and seclusion meant true happiness. She turned her back to the window, and stared at her bed for a few seconds. It looked inviting. "hell," she thought, "at least when I'm sleeping, I don't have to deal with being awake."
A trite thought true, but not so trite that she didn't believe it. She liked sleeping better than anything else really. And sleep is exactly what she did. She climbed back in bed and soon after was asleep. She didn't need to worry about a little sunlight peeking into her room, she could just shut it out with a little effort like she could everything else.
More sleep, however was not the end of Fujin's day, no she could not be that lucky. She awoke a while later, but this time it was in her world, the world that she knew. It was the dark and dismal feeling of her small dorm room. She slowly sat up in her bed, not feeling too much better than she had earlier, if at all better. But this time she felt more at home. She didn't need all of that sunlight anyway. And she certainly didn't have it at that moment. In her room or her life.
She sat up in bed as the sleep fell like scales from her eyes. As athletic and well proportioned as she was, she looked like shit. And she felt it. Her eyes scanned her surroundings. Her room was small, and very, very plain. she didn't keep anything on her walls because she felt that was not necessary. Besides, what would she put there. In a rack which was neatly set against one wall she had a rather interesting assortment of weaponry. A few gunblades even graced this strange collection. Why she had it, she wasn't even sure. I suppose everyone has a fetish or two for something even the most introverted.
There was a small nightstand next to her bed. On it sat her favorite weapon of all, and she never strayed far from it. It wasn't out of fear that she kept it there, but more out of habit. She'd kept it with her ever since she was a child. She'd always know exactly where it was at all times. That was for sure.
She rose from her bed and walked slowly to her dresser. It was the only other piece of furniture in her room. She approached the dresser and leaned over resting her palms on it's smooth, nearly empty surface and looked into the mirror. "Damn Fuu," She thought aloud. "You look like a lump of shit."
The fact of the matter was that Fujin did not look her best, and yet she still didn't look bad.. She stretched. It actually felt good. It seemed to release a lot of the tension that she was feeling in her back. She actually possessed quite beautiful but she never did anything to show it off. She didn't even know she had any attractive features. Some boys around the garden had picked up on it and wondered why she never showed any interest in anyone. but they were definitely not going to approach her. They didn't want to face her rejection, or her wrath. Both of which they knew they'd receive if they tried anything. But what they have given to see her now in those short shorts and cut off tank top. Hell, it wouldn't have mattered if they all told her she was pretty, because she still would have felt awful anyway. She felt ugly inside, so it didn't matter what went on on the outside.
She finished stretching, but continued looking in the mirror. "Fuu, you are one ugly bitch" she thought. "If only you were beautiful like your mother." Her thoughts paused on her mother. She'd never really known her mother. It was so weird though. She'd always felt a bond to her mother despite the fact that she'd never known her. All she had to remind her of her mother was kept in a drawer at the bottom of her dresser. She took a little time to open it at that moment.
Peering inside she saw the few things she had left of her mother. On the top was a picture. Anyone who didn't know fuu's mother would have sworn up and down that it was Fujin with a makeover. But it wasn't Fujin had never even felt as beautiful as the woman in that picture looked. And she figured she never would.
Underneath the picture was a diamond necklace. It was the most beautiful necklace she'd ever seen, and it had been worn many times by her mother. In fact her mother was wearing it in that picture.
On the bottom of the drawer folded up was a long white evening gown. It was stunning in presence even from the bottom of the drawer while folded up. It looked much more stunning on the gorgeous young woman who wore it in the picture in Fuu's dresser.
She gently picked up the picture, and held in her hands. Looking at the picture, a tear crossed her eye. She looked right at the picture for the longest time. "I wish I could have known you mother. Then I wouldn't be so lonely. If only I could be as gorgeous and fun as you were then maybe I could become something some day. Maybe I'd be a princess like you were.
It was sad. It would seem like an emotional event to the unknowing onlooker, but it was nothing unusual. In fact, Fuu did this same thing every day. Some days even more than once. Why she loved her mother, the woman she never meet was unsure. The main reason, I believe is because she knew she couldn't have been as bad as the father she'd known.
Her thoughts ran for a while. And she seemed more like a confused little girl than the hard woman she'd become. But even the hardest cases have to let their guard down every now and then. If life was her prison then these times of thinking about her mother were her three meals warm bed and roof over her head. Everything else was her punishment. For what, she wasn't sure. But it felt like hell. And her life was full of these hideous seemingly endless days.
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Now there are too people who were going through some stuff. Now it's true that to them their lives must have seemed endless at these times. I mean one of them had just lost the one he'd already made up his mind he would be with forever, and the other one never knew the love of anyone at all. With the exception of a mother who she idolized, but figured shed never be able to live up to .
I figure though that perhaps their similarities perhaps outweighed their differences at that time in their lives. Both of them were living in darkness. The only difference between the two was their reason for being there. The first was there because he was put there, and the second because she put herself there. But when you think about it. Their realities were both the same. They were living in the most complete of emptiness. The emptiness that is caused by the lack of someone to love. The lack of some strange missing piece that they both are searching for, and neither is having any luck finding. They might not have been able to see it at the time. But there was an end for them just like all of us. Despite the fact that at times our days seem endless.
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Authors Notes:
There it is, another chapter. Now I wrote this originally for the challenge. The prologue was actually a one shot. But you all asked for more, and you're getting it. But this story isn't easy. Oh it's fun to write don't get me wrong. I think it'll be awesome, but If I don't get review support, I'm afraid I may just have to pull it. I apologize, but everyone needs their motivation. So if you like it and want more, review it. If you think it sucks flame it don't review it, do what ever you want with it. Thanks.
D.H.
It's true, or at least I believe it to be true, That once you have lost love and it is gone from your life it takes time to recover. It is impossible to be sure how long, but one truth I am sure of. If you were to take all of the emotions that a person endures throughout this time, and piece them together in their own space of time that they actually occur it would seem an eternity. This is because those without love loose track of time. There are no weeks, months, or sometimes even years, just an everlasting flow of endless days.
"How relevant exactly is that?" you might ask. Well, that's a good question. This is the reason. In order to understand the end of the story you must first understand the beginning. When is the beginning of love? Does it begin when two people break up? Of course not. Does it begin when two people meet? No, it doesn't. So when is the beginning of love? It begins inside oneself, at such time when a person realizes the truth. And sometimes it will find it's root in the dark times and the endless days. In order to love another you must first love yourself.
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The rain was falling heavier than ever now. The sky was dark, and there was no break in sight. Wind howled as it gusted through the trees which dotted the landscapes of the Garden. It hadn't rained for ages, or at least it seemed so. Often times it was joked about that perhaps it would never rain again. Even this series of storms that was now making it's way through the skys above came without a warning. It was, despite it's ferocity, a welcome gift to the parched landscapes which so eagerly soaked up the abundant drink which were pouring freely now from the heavens above.
The soil, however, was not the only thing that was parched and barren. Inside of the garden in a small dormitory style room a lone figure sat in the dark listening to the rain as it pelted against the roof in all of it's fury. He didn't move, he seemed almost lifeless. Even the ever so slight rising and falling of his chest seemed insignificant amidst the sounds of the belligerent storm on the outside.
Zell had turned his bed to face the window after the rain had started a few hours before. He turned the light of, and tried to sleep. He was, I suppose, hoping that perhaps this raging storm would in some way if by pure osmosis, send it's flooding waters pouring into his parched and barren heart washing all of his cares away. It hadn't worked.
So, there he sat in the dark. The lightning and wind were intensifying now. It was quite a display. Through his window, he watched it all. It's funny, nature is at it's most beautiful point when it is at it's most hostile.
Even watching the beauty and the fury of nature in all it's power, and authority seemed unfruitful in washing Zell's cares away as he had so desired. It seemed nothing would. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. He couldn't seem to do anything at all except for think. And even at that, it was not of things that he wanted to think about. He felt like crying, or at least so it seemed, but he had no more tears left to cry. He wanted to scream, but his voice trembled and escaped him. He even considered once or twice that maybe he wanted to die. Those thoughts were quickly cast off as he knew all to well how much he loved life itself.
He'd thought for sure this rain would clear his head. Yeah right, it didn't do anything of the sort. It did the opposite. It made him think of everything that had happened to him. It made him think of how he had been wronged, and everything. Finally he broke loose and spoke to himself.
"Why? huh?" he said. "Why me? Why must I have to go on like this. Maybe it's all a dream and I can wake up. Maybe then I'll see that this could not be my reality." He pondered that thought. Then he decided to pinch himself. "It must all be a dream. He thought, or more like a nightmare." He continued thinking aloud.
"Who can I blame for this. I did. My best." He spoke at a slightly louder tone. "Who, who who?"
He got up from his chair and walked over to the window, and stood there staring out. He couldn't see anything but shapes and colors all a blur in the torrential downpour. He continued his monologue asking himself over and over again who's fault it was that he was miserable. Finally He couldn't take it any more, and he yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Why must I be miserable?" He yelled.
Just then a flash of lightning hit very near bye. It illuminated the sky into a bright fluorescent glow. It brightened up the window through which Zell Dincht looked, and for a split second he saw something that he'd been avoiding now these first two weeks since he lost his love at the library. The image he beheld was his own countenance.
It almost frightened him. He looked awful. He was unshaven, and his face seemed terribly tight and bony. His hair was unkempt and his countenance broken. And that's what had become of him. He looked at this image in his window. It lasted mere seconds, but it seemed to last an eternity. He saw himself for who he really was, and what he had become. It made him sick. It was almost more than he could take. He wanted to turn away, but reality just sank it's tentacles in deeper. And deeper and deeper. And then with a clap of thunder it was gone.
"Good riddance" Zell thought aloud. "That's what I am, I can't change it now can I?" He continued as her turned from the window and made his way back to his bed and laid down. Sleep came to Zell that night as it always did. But just like it always had since that fateful day, Zell's slumber was not a peaceful one. It was filled with images of his past. All the times they'd spent together. This time however, it was filled with something even more real, and startling than ever. One solitary picture... of his present.
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Well It would seem to me that Zell was facing some grave reminders of the state of his life. It's been said that there are times of Rain, and times of drought. Well, no matter how much water fell outside. There wasn't enough anywhere to fill up his inside. Or was there. Well, there wasn't. Not as far as Zell could see anyway. But nature was proving many things to Zell that evening. He just didn't understand it yet.
First of all, drought comes. It happens, and there is nothing you can do about it. It's a fact of life. You can either live in it, and realize that life goes on. Or you can wallow in your own pain, and not move on, or you can live in the midst of a desert And know that one day the rains will come even on the driest of harts just like the driest ground. Zell wasn't ready to accept it, but it was days like these that would help him learn, and learn well.
And so it goes with the endless days. They seem to just go on forever and ever. Especially to someone who has known the sweet days of love that run swiftly and end so quickly as well. However, there are those people who don't know anything but the endless days of life. They live in the same scheme of endless boredom day in and day out. Never knowing what it's like to live anywhere else. It is these who are caught so off guard when love strikes them by surprise. But then think about it, aren't we all a little off guard when love strikes us. Kinda funny aint it? But that's just the way life goes. Until it shows up, however there is only one life to live and that is the life of wishful thinking. And that is the monotony which can only be found in a life devoid of love.
Fujin was certainly no stranger to a lonely life. No one got near her. She honestly believed that it was because there was something wrong with her, but the truth was no one could get near her because she wouldn't have it. Not to awful long ago she stood in the same situation she'd felt she'd been in all her life asking the same question she always asked. Why me. And so goes the life of one who has never tasted the sweet fruit of love. I guess there was one benefit for Fujin, and that was the fact that she'd never bitten off the bitter end either.
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Fujin sat up in bed. The morning sunlight had woken her up. It was unexpected especially since for the past few days there'd been nothing but rain and clouds. Funny thing was, that was just the way Fujin liked it. The gray skys and torrential rains of the past few days were perfect for her mood. She'd always liked the color gray, it was so dreary. It was so dismal. It was so... Well, it was so much like Fujin life.
Fuu had never known anything remotely close to happiness. She'd just always been there. Her childhood from as young as she could remember was moving from home to home, and from family to family. By the time she arrived at garden, she felt more like an unwanted house pet than a human being.
It never feels good to be unwanted, and that is exactly how she felt. It's hard to feel otherwise when no ones ever been able to be with you longer than a few months at a time. There was, at least one constant thing in her life. It was Raijin. Raijin and Fujin were inseparable. Whenever they switched families they were together. It was her mother's request.
Ah yes, her mother. There was a name that brought up feelings for her. In fact on this bright sunny morning her mother was the first thing on her mind. No surprise. She always was. Fujin got out of her bed, and walked to the window. She walked slowly. Not as though she were taking her time, but more like she were injured. Maybe she was. She looked out the window for a short time. The sun seemed ten times brighter than usual. She hated that. She didn't like the whole idea of bright sunny days. For some they were a sign of happiness. For Fujin, they were just another time for the same old crap. She didn't need this shit.
She allowed herself to look out the window only momentarily before she drew the blinds closed. It was funny, but she almost instantly felt a little better. To Fuu, darkness meant seclusion, and seclusion meant true happiness. She turned her back to the window, and stared at her bed for a few seconds. It looked inviting. "hell," she thought, "at least when I'm sleeping, I don't have to deal with being awake."
A trite thought true, but not so trite that she didn't believe it. She liked sleeping better than anything else really. And sleep is exactly what she did. She climbed back in bed and soon after was asleep. She didn't need to worry about a little sunlight peeking into her room, she could just shut it out with a little effort like she could everything else.
More sleep, however was not the end of Fujin's day, no she could not be that lucky. She awoke a while later, but this time it was in her world, the world that she knew. It was the dark and dismal feeling of her small dorm room. She slowly sat up in her bed, not feeling too much better than she had earlier, if at all better. But this time she felt more at home. She didn't need all of that sunlight anyway. And she certainly didn't have it at that moment. In her room or her life.
She sat up in bed as the sleep fell like scales from her eyes. As athletic and well proportioned as she was, she looked like shit. And she felt it. Her eyes scanned her surroundings. Her room was small, and very, very plain. she didn't keep anything on her walls because she felt that was not necessary. Besides, what would she put there. In a rack which was neatly set against one wall she had a rather interesting assortment of weaponry. A few gunblades even graced this strange collection. Why she had it, she wasn't even sure. I suppose everyone has a fetish or two for something even the most introverted.
There was a small nightstand next to her bed. On it sat her favorite weapon of all, and she never strayed far from it. It wasn't out of fear that she kept it there, but more out of habit. She'd kept it with her ever since she was a child. She'd always know exactly where it was at all times. That was for sure.
She rose from her bed and walked slowly to her dresser. It was the only other piece of furniture in her room. She approached the dresser and leaned over resting her palms on it's smooth, nearly empty surface and looked into the mirror. "Damn Fuu," She thought aloud. "You look like a lump of shit."
The fact of the matter was that Fujin did not look her best, and yet she still didn't look bad.. She stretched. It actually felt good. It seemed to release a lot of the tension that she was feeling in her back. She actually possessed quite beautiful but she never did anything to show it off. She didn't even know she had any attractive features. Some boys around the garden had picked up on it and wondered why she never showed any interest in anyone. but they were definitely not going to approach her. They didn't want to face her rejection, or her wrath. Both of which they knew they'd receive if they tried anything. But what they have given to see her now in those short shorts and cut off tank top. Hell, it wouldn't have mattered if they all told her she was pretty, because she still would have felt awful anyway. She felt ugly inside, so it didn't matter what went on on the outside.
She finished stretching, but continued looking in the mirror. "Fuu, you are one ugly bitch" she thought. "If only you were beautiful like your mother." Her thoughts paused on her mother. She'd never really known her mother. It was so weird though. She'd always felt a bond to her mother despite the fact that she'd never known her. All she had to remind her of her mother was kept in a drawer at the bottom of her dresser. She took a little time to open it at that moment.
Peering inside she saw the few things she had left of her mother. On the top was a picture. Anyone who didn't know fuu's mother would have sworn up and down that it was Fujin with a makeover. But it wasn't Fujin had never even felt as beautiful as the woman in that picture looked. And she figured she never would.
Underneath the picture was a diamond necklace. It was the most beautiful necklace she'd ever seen, and it had been worn many times by her mother. In fact her mother was wearing it in that picture.
On the bottom of the drawer folded up was a long white evening gown. It was stunning in presence even from the bottom of the drawer while folded up. It looked much more stunning on the gorgeous young woman who wore it in the picture in Fuu's dresser.
She gently picked up the picture, and held in her hands. Looking at the picture, a tear crossed her eye. She looked right at the picture for the longest time. "I wish I could have known you mother. Then I wouldn't be so lonely. If only I could be as gorgeous and fun as you were then maybe I could become something some day. Maybe I'd be a princess like you were.
It was sad. It would seem like an emotional event to the unknowing onlooker, but it was nothing unusual. In fact, Fuu did this same thing every day. Some days even more than once. Why she loved her mother, the woman she never meet was unsure. The main reason, I believe is because she knew she couldn't have been as bad as the father she'd known.
Her thoughts ran for a while. And she seemed more like a confused little girl than the hard woman she'd become. But even the hardest cases have to let their guard down every now and then. If life was her prison then these times of thinking about her mother were her three meals warm bed and roof over her head. Everything else was her punishment. For what, she wasn't sure. But it felt like hell. And her life was full of these hideous seemingly endless days.
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Now there are too people who were going through some stuff. Now it's true that to them their lives must have seemed endless at these times. I mean one of them had just lost the one he'd already made up his mind he would be with forever, and the other one never knew the love of anyone at all. With the exception of a mother who she idolized, but figured shed never be able to live up to .
I figure though that perhaps their similarities perhaps outweighed their differences at that time in their lives. Both of them were living in darkness. The only difference between the two was their reason for being there. The first was there because he was put there, and the second because she put herself there. But when you think about it. Their realities were both the same. They were living in the most complete of emptiness. The emptiness that is caused by the lack of someone to love. The lack of some strange missing piece that they both are searching for, and neither is having any luck finding. They might not have been able to see it at the time. But there was an end for them just like all of us. Despite the fact that at times our days seem endless.
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Authors Notes:
There it is, another chapter. Now I wrote this originally for the challenge. The prologue was actually a one shot. But you all asked for more, and you're getting it. But this story isn't easy. Oh it's fun to write don't get me wrong. I think it'll be awesome, but If I don't get review support, I'm afraid I may just have to pull it. I apologize, but everyone needs their motivation. So if you like it and want more, review it. If you think it sucks flame it don't review it, do what ever you want with it. Thanks.
D.H.