[sorry guys, that I haven't been updating! I've had school and been hella busy, but I'm back now and will try to update at least once a week! ~ascending]
"This can't be happening. You've gotta hear me." I read his lips to say. He was crying harshly. I did my best to wipe away the tears and give him a smile.
He brought me into the bathroom and wiped my ears clean with peroxide. He tried everything he could to get my hearing to work, snapping, clapping, rustling my hair, but nothing would work. Only the silence entered my ears now. Everything was so quiet. I became a little frightened.
"Kurloz… I'm scared…" I mumbled.
"It's okay Meulin… We're gonna…" I could see him word before he broke down on the floor. I rushed to comfort him and he allowed it, but something was wrong. He seemed very distant. Like something off was going to his mind.
He stood up and left the floor and the bathroom without another word. I had no idea where he had gone. I walked into the larger area of the bedroom and looked around for him for a few fleeting moments before he returned up the stairs with a shiny item in hand.
"What's that Purrloz?" I had asked. I had no idea what he was doing, and frankly I was starting to worry. He simply shook his head and stepped back in the bathroom. He closed the door, though he left it unlocked.
I sat alone on the bed with my thoughts. How could this happen? I guess I can manage. Everything will be fine Meulin, everything will be fine. What's Kurloz doing though? Better check on him.
I take to my feet and quietly open the door. I could never be prepared to see what I had when I walked in on him doing.
My hair stood on end. I felt my heart rate slow down as time seemed to freeze around me.
"Kurloz!" I had screamed, but I wasn't sure if the cry had left my lungs before I lurched closer in a spastic motion. He held up a hand as he finished stitching the black string that was once fondly used for crafting projects to sew his mouth shut. He finished the last thread and tied it off on the inside.
"Kurloz! Kurloz what have you done!?" I had screamed as loud as I thought possible. He only gave me a frown with his shut, torn, and bleeding mouth. I didn't understand why there was so much blood for just sewing his lips. Until I realized.
Wait. He cut his tongue off too.
I couldn't believe any of this was happening. I grabbed his face with my hands and looked over the stitching. Olive tears streamed down my face as Kurloz only looked at me with an empty expression. His expression became depressed as he walked over to the fogged up mirror. I guess I didn't realize the bath was running, and full of the blood from his severed tongue.
He wrote on the mirror with his finger. I couldn't even fathom what I read.
I read it over. Over and over because I wanted it to be a lie, for Kurloz to scoop me up and kiss me and tell me everything would be fine. But it wouldn't. because on this condensed mirror he had wrote,
I'm so sorry Meulin. But I don't think I can be with you knowing I've hurt you so much.
I shook my head. My heart was now very obviously in my chest, wrenching in it's own pain.
"No. no no no no no no no. Kurloz please tell me you aren't serious."
He only frowned and wrote down another sentence with his finger. As I carefully read each word another piece of my heart shattered.
It's over Meulin.
"Kurloz… Why are you doing this?"
Just go. Get your stuff and leave. Don't make this harder than it needs to be.
I was bawling as I ran out of the room. I didn't bother to take anything. I just flung myself out the door without a second glance or another thought. I can't remember most of the run home. I remember bits and pieces of running through the forest, returning to the same spot we met and picking a pink flower I had saw in his hand. The rest is black.
The next morning I woke in the hive. My own hive. And oh how lonely it was. I had never been so devastated by the silence brought on by my new disability. I looked down at myself and could see I was covered in bruises and scratches. What did I do last night? That wasn't the most important thing on my mind, however. Where could my lusi be? Surely she would offer me some comfort.
I walked down into the living room. And there she was.
But like all the lusi must do before the game, she had died sometime last night before I had returned.
I ran to her and cried the rest of my pain out. It seemed like hours before I could meagerly pull myself together and sulk up to the stairs. I saw my computer light up with something of a notification. I wasn't interested though, and pretty soon I felt the soothing embrace of sleep take me over.