<Phish's note> Another story XD Which was inspired by an artwork but I am not sure how to link it here == But if you want to see the artwork, feel free to ask me again :D Much credit goes to the artist, Karl Kwasny for the inspiration :D Enjoy~
His head throbbed as he awaited her arrival. Grasping onto his head, he squint his eyes on the sea below where he could also see a pair of swinging legs. His swinging legs, of course. The sea was green with a tad of blue. It was supposed to be beautiful but he felt disgusted. The water beneath his feet stretched further than his eyes could see and soon it connected with the orange sky hidden behind invasive yellow clouds. All the colours were sickening to him. He did not remember nature worked this way before.
The pain in his head finally cleared with the whispering winds. He leant back on his two arms and watched the morbid sky a little while longer.
She is not going to come, is she, a little voice in his head said.
You of all people would have known, another voice said.
His head hurt again; it hurt worse than it hurt before. Heck, it hurt worse than any of the other times before. His vision blinded; all he could see was black and white dots like broken graphics. Gone was the horrible sky he had seen, gone was the sea that lay beneath his feet, gone was the wooden jetty he had just sat atop, and gone even the breeze that kept his head cool. He scrunched his eyes, he bit his knuckles until he tasted blood but the pain remained. For the love of God, stop hurting already! Something lurched in between his chest and stomach. His hands instinctively went up to his lips. Sick, he felt it all. Nauseated. Urgh.
It wouldn’t, not until you remember, that voice spoke again.
He was on his back, huffing and coughing fits. When he stopped, for the first time since that moment, he felt rain of sweat pour down his back from his head and all over to his shoes. He could see again, the sky was back. He could feel the rough wood scraping on his hand as he moved them up to shield his eyes from the blazing light rays.
Remember what, he asked himself meekly. He got up from his back, and brushed as much as he could of the splinters that stuck onto the back of his shirt. He looked at the sea and his water doppelganger stared back. He looked like a mess; he styled his hair back again using the water as his mirror and that was when he saw it.
There was a sharp glint that caught his eyes. He squint his eyes for the third time that day, to get a better look. There was something afloat on the sea. What was it that it looked like, that made it seemed so familiar?
And then it hit him. Her shoe! Everyone knew her shoes for there lay a signature heart-shaped diamond on the sides of the soles. What was her shoe doing there, swimming abandoned on its own without its equal pair? Did that meant she was here? Did she accidentally drop her shoe?
Well, he would get it back for her! That would give him a reason to see her again!
He pulled his shirt off his skin and took a deep breath, hardly able to contain his excitement. He was going to save her one precious thing! He did not even care that the sea irked him any longer. And so, he jumped. He jumped high and deep, feeling the cool water quickly touching him, grabbing him in with its liquid hands and then submerging him deep in a school of bubbles.
He opened his shut eyelids, blinking a lot as the water caressed his eyes. His vision adjusted, now where was her shoe? He searched the waters but something was preventing him, pulling him down, and almost drowning him. He looked down.
Seaweed. Fucking seaweed.
He tugged it hard, trying his best to release himself. It felt like a trick of the mind as the seaweed pulled him further down. To his horror, he saw a hand. A soft, gentle hand that lay there on the shallow ocean floor. His eyes followed the hand, up to the chest of the girl, to her slender neck and finally, to her face.
He screamed bubbles and almost choked, the seaweed still coiled on his feet.
What—? W—why? What is she doing here? All those times he waited for her, and she was here!
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
He could not breathe. The air he kept in had long gone. His chest constricted as the panic juice arose from inside his racing heart. He needed air! But the seaweed kept him down. He struggled yet again and a second glint caught his eyes. A knife!
He took it without giving it a second thought, cut the seaweed through and skillfully and got his freedom at last.
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Spluttering out salt water and coughing out saliva.
The knife was still on his hands. The knife that saved his life.
The knife that took her life.
He stopped. What was that? Before he realized, his breath came up in short gasp. He shook his head as the pain rised up again.
Not until you remember, the voice reminded.
He knelt down. The pain overcoming him. His hands grasping his head and the knife in earnest for the pain to leave. It did not leave.
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He confessed his feelings to her.
She smiled shyly but she apologized. She walked away from him and into another man’s arms.
How could that be? Weren’t they always meant for each other? He felt that way ever since they were born. How could she not like him as much as he loved her? How could she reject him in all his bravery and courage he took up in that confession? How could she just leave him alone? How could she let him see her arms in a man that was not him?
He walked home in dejection, his head hung low.
He walked into his kitchen to pick out a snack. To pick out a distraction to ease his aching heart. He saw the knife then. And all the sins in the world were summoned up into his mind. And in his anger, he committed them all.
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He cherished her blood in his hands. He was in vigor when he could see the shock in her face. He undressed her completely, took his time when she slowly bled to death; he caressed her and told her he loved her. Over and over again.
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His head did not hurt anymore. The knife no longer in his hands.
The lone shoe still bobbed on the water surface.
He jumped in the water once more, and swam. Straight onto the horizon.
Until he could swim no more.
