I remember that night.
It was dark, a complete black where none of the stars and the moon are available.
It's kinda how you're dead, while staring into a deep pit of black full of nothingness.
That's exactly what made it much more beautiful.
The flowers in the sky, with various different colours, blooming like they're enjoying life, while knowing of its fleeting existence.
And that emptiness in the sky made the flowers bloom much more brightly, and much more beautiful.
In case you didn't guess it, it's the fireworks.
Don't you remember one bit?
Everyone loves them.
Of course they do.
Who wouldn't love to see such a beautiful sight.
I still remember that everyone watching them that night was smiling.
Brightly.
That's a normal reaction that everyone has when they see the fireworks right?
So why?
Why am I the only one crying?
Am I crazy?
No, I'm definitely not, at least not on that day.
But what made my heart completely cold, was the people.
They didn't care, didn't ask, hell, I bet most of them didn't even see me.
I mean I couldn't blame them for it, especially when we're far away.
But I just felt so… jealous.
I just can't forgive them.
So, I've answered your question.
Well, you didn't ask me directly, but I can see it through your eyes, those eyes seemed to be screaming "What have I done to you?". If I got the expression of those eyes wrong and that's not what you're thinking of, then forgive me.
But just so you know, I don't care if you forgive me for that, cause I wouldn't.
C'mon now, stop struggling, you know I've got your hands and legs tied up, so any attempts of escape will be futile.
But I digress.
Do you remember me now?
After I told you that little story of mine?
Cause my later actions will be decided solely upon your answers.
So, what's it gonna be?
Ah shit, sorry, forgot you had a gag in your mouth and I'm still expecting an answer.
That's rude of me.
I'm very sorry, I should have known better.
After all, my mother once told me that I should read the room more often.