*Snap* one *snap* two.
A binding black cloth of feelings bind over my eyes, why am I blinded by a binding feeling, not by a cloth, I can still see but at the same it I cannot. Is it my heart that is blind? my mind is deluged in the mist of you. I can’t see, I’m a blinded predator, a mere prey to your eyes. I could not reach you no matter how much I held my hand out, I cannot reach you. Reach for my hands, I am begging you, save me from this mess I’ve engulfed myself in, save me from this flood of our memories. Why can you only look at me with no single emotion in your eyes as I am drowning in the sea right in front of you, if you really love me, you will save me right? Is that right?
Blue locks sucked to the skin to stick with the sweat she has been pooling with “Goddamn it, that again.”
Kronii tries to not make any noise while trying to get her emotions out of her clouded mind and uneasy heart, she reaches out for her phone to check at the time and to see if she ever had any notifications from a missing owl.
Nothing new, the chat is still the same.
Ourkronii: Good morning, it’s another day without you, but I promise I’ll find you, my love.
(Sent 8:07 am yesterday)
Ourkronii: I’ll snap my fingers in our usual place, snap back if you’re there. I’m sure you know that very well, by heart I mean. :)
(Sent 8:08 am yesterday)
Ourkronii: Sorry love I couldn’t chat :(
(Sent 4:09 pm yesterday)
Ourkronii: We were training for our tournament in badminton, you probably don’t know what it is, but it’s a game with a stick that has a circle like shape with a handle and a net like pattern in the middle of the circled shape. It’s played with this thing called a shuttlecock, we just mostly call it a shuttle, we hit it with the racket. It’s a fun sport that humanity made, do you remember? The humanity that you used to look over on, the ones you led I want to play it with you when you're back.
(Sent 4:15 pm yesterday)
Kronii moves her hand in a way that is all too well known by her heart and soul, in a mere second, she was transported at a treehouse close to a hill, with her legs on the edge of the balcony floor, hanging off.
She gets up and opens a glass sliding door into the home, she can see the ghosts in the kitchen making cookies, throwing flour onto each other’s faces, they faded away.
She looks over at the couch where she sees the ghosts playing a console game, one of the ghosts speaks but there is no sound coming from its mouth.
She looks at the closed door and sees the same ghosts standing at the door, one look like it just came home, leading to the other tiptoeing and giving them a kiss, a welcoming one. She looks over to the bedroom, she can see the ghosts fighting, both shouting at each other, one slaps the other one and leaves, the other one just stood there.
She cannot hear what the ghosts had said, but her mind can recall them clearly, each tone, each gesture of love, how they sounded, that is because the ghosts is them, her and mumei.
*Snap* one *Snap* two, no response.
Kronii sighs and lowers her hand as she slowly enters the bedroom, the brown colored sheets with a blue blanket.
“Typical of us am I right?” She thinks as she places the blue blanket over her body that lays on the bed, the scent of mumei had on her all the time, wild berries, sweet but also pricking, pricking her heart slowly as she falls asleep.
