This folder contains miscellaneous Vocaloid stories which MASTER writes and stores away in a neatly organized digital filing cabinet on the hard drive. So please do not delete any files you view. Be aware that anything can happen in this neat but packed folder. All ratings in the digital filing cabinet range from K to M.
Disclaimer & Author's Note: I do not own Vocaloid or any and all official/fan-made characters, except my own fan-mades. This is just a collection of one-shots that don't fit anywhere else, or have no space within the ever-complex workings that is my mind. As you can tell already, this folder contains miscellaneous Vocaloid stories that I test-run or just create on a whim that may or may not have a back-story plotline, or are challenges made by others which I answer.
The Pain of Loss
When you break off a sibling bond with a person who you lived with your entire life, it truly aches. Your heart just pounds away, this crushing grip threatening to take your breath away. The pain in your chest feels like it's crushing your body. How about the tears that cascade, hot and stinging your eyes? This is how I felt, when she declared to me on a night where I was depressed and lashing out my dark mood at her and others, that I was no longer her brother.
She... she did not have much remorse, and she said she didn't hate me, but... it's still hate to me. She hates me... those words when I had asked... if we can be siblings again. No... No was the answer I was given. I lost a girl who was my sister... who I loved as my sister... but no longer wants to associate with me as a family relation. I loved her very much, but... it doesn't matter to her anymore. And so... it will no longer matter to me.
The pain of loss is great, and it's a terrible feeling. Oh, if only you could change your mind, and your heart for me. Then maybe we would not separate forever. But as you said, no is no. Things will never return back to normal between us. Things will never be the same again. Because of one incident, life as we know has become different. So, as you read this, Rin, I have already ended my own life.
I love you. And goodbye.
Len
There she read the paper, her body shaking, hot tears pouring from her eyes and down her cheeks. In the back yard, under a large shady tree, was her brother, his eyes showing no signs of life. He was dangling from the thick sturdy tree branch by rope stolen from the back shed, having hung himself to escape this world.
