Puzzle pieces
Summary: Cyanide reflects on his life and his piercings, and compares life to a box of puzzle pieces.
Pairing: Faint Cyanide/Skids
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Sandra Delete owns them all. She owns BMB and thus, all shall worship her.
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Life is a box of puzzle pieces. You think you find two that fit together and get your hopes up, only to find that they never will. Sometimes, the pieces that you least wanted next to each other fit, and you would just have to leave it that way. In the end, in death, all the pieces fit together, and death adds the final one. The one that was lost. There's always a lost puzzle piece, isn't there?
That's what he always thought. There was always something missing, and it always would be. That was the gap that he always tried to fill. He would spend days and nights with girls. Trying to make himself forget that name, that face. He tried to fill those holes in his soul with music. But music drifted in and out, neither healing nor bruising.
That was when he discovered the wonders of metal. Cool shiny metal. With a sharp jab of a needle there was a new piece of metal attached to him. It made him forget. The countless piercings were to make him forget, each had his name behind them. How he dearly wished that he wasn't a part of his life. Why did everything have to be so complicated?
"Cya? Where does this one go?" Skids asked him, having looked everywhere for a space for the piece.
Cya smiled. "I don't know. We'll just have to wait until we find the other puzzle pieces to really be sure."
"Shibby. Want to draw marker tattoos?"
"Sure, Skids. Sure." Nothing had to change. He was happy, truly happy.
Sitting there, on his best friends bed, then and only then did he realize the truth. His truth. Did he ever really want to complete the puzzle? Everything was perfect the way that it was. Nothing had to change. He was happy, truly happy.
~~End~~
