This is my first try at a songfic. I am openly admitting that It sucks. Forgive me. The song is you are not alone by michael jackson. Shun me if you will. also, it's the holidays so I may actually write a bit more here. Ideas or whatever are wanted, drop them in PM if you have any, unlike me. ;)
She wakes. And within a second she is drowning again, breathing in her burden, her solitude. For there is nothing else. The waves are less like water than they are like poison, slow and devious. And her food has become filth, full and empty, because her appetite is one of a ghost now. See, it does not get better. For with every passing hour, like grains of salt and sand through his fingers, it worsens. Worsens, until there is nothing left but a fear.
Another day is gone
I'm still all alone
Can she believe that it was meant to be? Can she accept this, unlike anybody else? She cannot. Nor can she carry this world that he'd built. She clutches her chest with dry tears like wind through water, like the invisible rukh, like his silent farewell she still cannot hear. Her chest, damp with soundless anguish. It is a passionless woe. Her heart, through her fingers. They are bloody.
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
It is her ritual. She tries to forget, but only by remembering. She dresses in far more layers, far heavier jewelry day by fading day, week by bitter week, month by brutal month. She does not watch the turn of the year when it comes. All of this to seek warmth with desperate fibres of coat and soul. All of this so she does not float away. And so, she does not watch herself sink when she does.
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold
She sees him in the swirling wallpapers. His touch is there, almost swirling across her skin. And she wishes she was in the walls. She hears him in the dust, dancing in a golden light she never steps into. His whisper is there, almost upon the edge of her ears. And she wishes she was with them.
And she feels him in the silence inside her. And then she remembers that there is a part of him, left behind.
Why, then, is she afraid?
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