Alas, Poor Yorick! (Closed for Ophelia)
Kurai lay on his stomach on his bed, his hand propped up under his chin, absentmindedly twirling a pen in his fingers. He stared at the notebook open in front of him, then over at the skull sitting about a foot away. He was stuck on the last couplet of the poem; thatās all he would need to complete it, but nothing he came up with fit right.
He laid the pen down with an irritated look on his face, then turned his attention back to the skull. āWhat possessed the English to put together this preposterous language?ā He sighed and then paused, the quiet filling the room again.
āIt is a lot simpler to just explain things to you instead of writing them down.ā Kurai sat up, picking up the skull and looking at it. āNothing feels like it belongs at the end of this poem, it just does notā¦ā he hesitated, trying to think of how to word it. āIt does not fit right with the rest. Everything is wrong.ā Poetry was frustrating; either it was an effortless masterpiece unfolding, or it was like pulling teeth. Heād never had anyone to bounce ideas off of before now, but this wasnāt exactly like having a living, breathing person who could respond to him.
Of course, there was no reply, no suggestions to help or anything. Not that heād necessarily listen to the suggestions at all, it would just be different. The poet propped his arm on his knee and rested his chin on his hand, just looking at the skull. Maybe he was dealing with a creative block because he was supposed to be helping research for that stupid paperā¦ No, that couldnāt be it. He dismissed the notion as quickly as it appeared. āAlas, Yorick, if only you could speak to me!ā
In all likelihood, if the skull were able to answer him, he would get aggravated and avoid it like he did most people, or it would try to avoid him (like most people did). Ā
Then, a tentative knock sounded from the door, and annoyance quickly became obvious in his features. Kurai put down the skull gently on the foot of his bed, then stood up and went to the door. He paused before opening the door, not really wanting to deal with people, but finally opened it.
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