Color Spectrum

by killah-sama

[SatoshiDaisuke] [Epilogue up] [7 drabbles depicting the many downs of a seemingly perfect relationship] In a rainbow, each line of color paints its own beautiful tale. They can try to look it, yes, but not everything can be as pretty as a rainbow.

5. Blue

Chapter: 5/7
Color: Blue

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Blu.e

Daisuke hugged his knees closer to his chest, ruby eyes sadly watching the water as it blew forward in violent waves.

The cliff he sat atop overlooked the ferocious sea, and excluding the crash of seawater against rock, it was completely still and silent. He was the only one there, the only one watching the ocean with melancholy eyes.

He was the only one to have been robbed by it.

Reaching for the water, a lost look in his once fiery eyes, he slowly trilled, "With hands held high into a sky so blue…"

Below him was an eighty-foot drop and a horrid array of jagged rocks and boulders whose top halves were only visible above the high tide.

Above him was the much-too-blue sky.

And beside him was no one. No one who cared for him.

"As the ocean opens up to swallow you…"

It had been a week ago, and still, there were still remnants of yellow police tape stuck to the surfaces of the boulders scattering the rocky death trap below. There was one rock that looked too clean. There was an ominous feeling in the air.

And beside him, there was no one. No one who loved him.

"It should have been me," Daisuke whispered, staring down to the loudly crashing waves.

One week ago, there had been someone beside him. Someone who had been his everything.

One week ago.

"It should have been me."

W.ater

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The song Daisuke was singing is Hands Held High by Linkin Park. I do not own it. Poor Satoshi, if you hadn't realized, had fell off the cliff and drowned in the ocean. I hope I was clear enough…