"Rocky Romance." | Sayonika Fanfic

Prologue

Monika sat isolated at her work desk, immobile and utterly featureless, much like the blank piece of paper that lay on the wooded surface before her. As she continued to stare, an idea slipped-through the confines of the air around her, entering Monika's cognitive thoughts; almost intruding on the limited thoughts that plagued the girl's mind. Upon this, Monika clutched her writing pen and brought it upon the blank page to begin writing, a fierce determination glimmering within her green iris'. Her writing started-off at a slow paste, though, as her mind became more enveloped, it quickened. Faint scribbling sounds emanated from the friction, filling Monika with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

"Two tethered ships elegantly sailing across the glistening, moon-stricken base of the sea..." Monika whispered, parroting her own words on the paper aloud.

Monika's heart sank as her writing ceased, coming to an abrupt halt. She had been so infatuated by this idea, so invested, that she didn't even stop for a second and ponder what exactly it was that her subconsciousness was transmitting to the page. As she gazed at the page, now aligned with several rows of neatly-crafted, cursive lettering, Monika understood.

"A...love poem?" Monika said aloud, her high tone of voice making it appear as though she was asking a question, but to whom may that have been directed towards?

Monika's eyes retreated from the page, instead being drawn to the pearly-white light in the sky; the light that served as a crutch for her in the never-ending darkness of night. Another set of eyes found themselves doing the same: they gandered at the glowing orb in the night sky. Sayori's expression was one of pure smitten. She found herself periodically glancing down at her desk, specifically at the near blank piece of paper that lay on it; it was merely marked with sparse scribbles that, if you dared to glare at long enough, might've fitted-together into a comprehensible phrase or singular word. Sayori sighed in frustration and planted her face onto the cold surface of the desk.

"Why are poems so difficult to write?" She groaned, lifting her head so that her weak gaze aligned with the page's condescending glare.

Sayori let-out another feeble groan as she teared her eyes away from the putrid thing, not wanting to spare another moment looking at it; it made her feel sickly inside. Instead, Sayori buried her face in her hands and forced her eyes shut, beckoning for no residue of the moon to break the barrier that protected her from outside interference. After awhile, the girl's entire body stiffened, going almost entirely limp as some astronomical force ceased her. The all too familiar sense of tiredness had overtook her, though she welcomed it with out-stretched arms. As the girl's consciousness dwindled and her grip on reality faded, Sayori glanced once more at the dreaded piece of nature that had been plaguing her mind for the prior few hours.

Now, she was free from it's tyrannical rule; now she had been rescued by a force of purity and sterilization. She offered one last content smile.