The Clock's Incessant Ticking
MidLu Week 2015, Day Two: Clock.
Summary: People do things crazy things for love, it's an insanity that plagues the mind.
Warning: Death, Suicide.
Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock.
The sound was driving him crazy. The noise was ceaseless, never-ending. All there was, and all there ever will be, is the constant ticking that has recently consumed his life.
No longer could he sleep at night, he'd even stopped eating. His concentration waning, his awareness of the world around him was fading. He could hardly breathe, and when he did, it was to the tempo that haunts him.
No matter how much he begged the noise to leave, it continued on. He could not flee, though he tried several times. He tried to stay sane, he really did, but nothing seemed to work.
All his friends were worried about him, he'd become more distant since she left. He loved her, his sweet Lucy, but now she is merely stardust, scattered across the expanse of the universe. He wanted to gather every speck to complete her again. Build her up, since he tore her down.
He hadn't meant to. It doesn't matter now, she's gone and he'll never see her smiling face again. Her gorgeous eyes no longer shine under the glorious moon. Never again will he be graced with such beauty.
TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK.
It grew louder when he thought of her. The noise was pounding inside his skull, fracturing it into nothing more than smoke into the foggy night. The booming caused unbearable pain and made him forget.
He couldn't remember what he had just been thinking about. All he knows is the ticking. It will not cease, despite his wails of agony. He shatters, completely falls apart.
He grasps at his fragmented body, clutches at his ruptured mind. Both slip through his fingers and form a river away from him. He pleads for them to return, but what he really needs is for her to return his sanity.
Her. She stole it. Anger swells within the confines of his ribs and constricts his heart. His heart stops like hers did all those months ago. He can't receive love from something so lifeless.
His anger immediately extinguishes from his body on an exhale. He could never be mad at her. She was far too innocent to ever be on the receiving end of his savage mind, or what's left of it. He could never tarnish such a pure creature.
Pure. Too pure for him.
TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK
The noise was thundering in his ears again. It drowned out every sound, every thought, every whisper of wind that carried through the wounds piercing his soul.
He was gone. He drifted away like the corpses decomposing all around him. He only knew death. It's foul stench more pleasant than the ticking.
He wished death consumed him, not this infuriating noise at the hands of his lost love. He was alone, but he'd welcome the maggots to feast on his insides while the buzzing of the flies might drown out the god-awful noise trapped in his head.
He wanted sleep, even if it was eternal. Perhaps then his love could be by his side again.
He scolded himself for such thought. She shines brighter than the sun, and he is deepest night, wallowing in the darkest recesses of his inhabitable mind. It brought an unforgivable chill that quaked in the bones, similar to what he thought death would bring.
He hoped his demise would be filled with warmth to the likes of his love's life, lifting his soul's lilting lyrics to the lavish lands that lay languidly above the living. Though, these wishes he has are merely a child's fantasy. To be accepted, he cannot. To be rejected, that's all he's got.
In the end, her warmth burned out like a dying furnace, the flame leaving existence like her faded love.
TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK.
He decided it had to end. He couldn't live without her affection; it was what he craved most in his life. He was dead and gone the moment she passed, a collapsing sun to his universe.
He would see her again. It was false hope, but he held on to it either way. With that, he ended his life with a blade to dissect time itself.
And that it did.
Time froze, the ticking stopped. Peace at last? Or perhaps hell? The loneliness now replaced the empty spaces that were once occupied by the clock. The clock, he realized, was ticking down to his own end. Regret slammed into him at seventy miles an hour, severing his very essence.
He didn't like the quiet, he despised it. He'd give anything for the clock to keep ticking, even just one more time.
Suddenly, he heard an angel call out to him; her voice was that of chiming bells that lulled him into a serene state. It was her, Lucy, his love. She came back for him.
The calm didn't last. He became distraught, she couldn't be here. Breath still passed through her lips. She was alive and he was entering the land of the dead.
Fear struck him, she came back for him, but he killed himself in a haste to end the torturous ticking that started up the moment she left him.
She came back. That's all that mattered. She returned to him, although he wished he wasn't leaving her so soon. He only wanted to be by her side. At least he got that wish as his life poured out of him and covered his love in pain. He hoped she'd forgive him and not give in to the insanity as he had.
He heard her call his name one more time.
"Midnight!"
He hated how distraught she sounded, but at least he heard her call to him one last time.
"Please don't leave me, I'm sorry. I love you!"
She continued crying into his cold flesh, words that he had been longing to hear for months. It all became hazy and he could no longer focus. Finally, he let go with a smile on his lips.
He loved her, but even better, she did love him back.
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