It is cruel ; the wind cuts like a knife & the bones in the legs , keeping him upright , shatter , all of his weight slams down onto knees & pain strikes throughout. The breath hitches & fear ruins the skin , digging within eyes seeming to become grey with every passing second ; the world he has known , it shatters in on itself & into the depths of the abyss he collapses , onward , forevermore , there is no place left to catch his fall. Trembling finger tips grasp hold of golden colored earrings , of ruby studs , everything is fading away.
Tears do not fall , they simply will not come , they will not bring him any sense of relief from the stifled of the pain in his lungs ; his teeth do not cut through lips pink , only imprint , the copper taste resides continuously behind a thin armor. Shaking hands shatter into the lap , he hasn’t the strength. He is vacant , empty , dead , those eyes that had glittered were being dyed with a horrible , ugly grey.
Nearly three hundred years of loneliness , floating at the bottom of an empty ocean , the depth coated him & ravaged at the edges of his sanity ; he called the name of a partner that seem as though would never answer him. He called for the master he had known , for the master he watched die twice. It was empty , everything about him was empty like his heart was not there. That feeling , of endless drowning , came rushing back , the depths pulling him under.
Dusted dull eyes gaze to the prepared futon , that which he had sat out for that man to rest upon once he returned. He was suppose to return. The room was spotless , snacks placed on a table for him to eat before dinner was prepared , books laid out talking of different matters in training the body to withstand harsher winds ; what a hopeful room it appeared to be. He didn’t return. He lied.
Thin frame trembles & pales , horror crouches & devours his breath ; everything he had is gone again & he feels all alone. He wonders if he’s selfish ; everyone else has lost someone too & yet , while they keep themselves together , he’s becoming nothing but a broken blade.
Eyes to the heavens , they say & that is where he looks , the azure sky reminds him of those eyes he will miss. He can’t find his broken pieces. Trembling voice , barely above a whisper , barely able to contain all that sadness rotting within him. He smells like death.
❛ Kane - san . . . what am I suppose to do ? ❜
from a meme i’m too lazy to grab right now.
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