A Willow's Awakening To Reality

Harmful Melody

He sat down by the apartment's door and stared at the sky, which reflected in such soft and warm colors that warmed Willow's heart. He then snapped out of his zone as he saw white strands of long hair and bluish eyes meet with Willow's as they both blocked out the sky for a second. Both eyes broke apart and Willow turned his head to the woman who had turned her back on him, staring at her until she was gone—at her white strands of hair that shined with the sun's reflection, her long, green skirt that swung as she walked, both shining brightly with the sun
and shadowing over the ground that was below her white Mary Janes, as for Willow, the ground was always above him, yet, he admiringly observed over the woman who was the opposite of his life like a Ying and Yang.
He felt as if something behind him was pressuring him to stand up and communicate, it made his whole body tighten and his heart dislocate out of his chest, yet he forced himself to hesitate and turned to the sky. Though he had held himself back, he could not focus on the sky with no thought of that woman. So then, he turned to the road and stood up then started walking down the street, where he would least expect to have bumped into Miles. Miles looked at Willow and they greeted each other, both wondering why they were awake below the sun setting. "It sure is surprising to see you here in such an early hour Willow! Though, I was heading to the music store to investigate if I could purchase a new
violin. I somehow discarded my old one last night. But I wonder, why are you here in the middle of the street?" he said, turning his head to the side as Willow bopped his head to the front, pointing his eyes to what was ahead of the road, nothing but very few parked cars, empty roads, and the light of day shining towards ahead of what could not be seen through both of Willow's and Miles' eyes.
Willow's face went numb looking as he could not find the woman from before, and Miles faced Willow, examining his face. "Are you alright?" Willow then nodded slightly and looked over to Miles whose worried eyes were shown to Willow. He sighed and said, "I slept over at an apartment, woke up at this time and saw the sun setting so, I decided to go outside." Miles glared at him, then nodded replying "I see. Well, would you like to go with me to the music store now that we are both here?" He bopped his head ahead to the road and Willow slightly smiled and accepted.
Then they both started walking building by building, as they did, Willow observed buildings where he mostly saw darkness in them, though one of them had shone a light towards Willow where the silence broke and his attention was hooked into curiosity of what was in that building, and there he saw the same woman inside the pharmacy. His eyebrows rose as his eyes were caught into her and then snapped as quick as possible, jogging slightly to catch up to Miles who was also staring into a store's window that shone a light in his eyes brighter than ever. Willow stared at him and faced the store trying to find out what he was looking at until he heard Miles say, "There is my wife, Rebecca" with a warm smile on his face. Willow then saw a woman with a dark green dress, and a short brownish hair. His eyebrows once again and he turned to stare at Miles' eyes whose were shining brighter than ever as if he were about to cry. Surprisingly, he did not, however he managed to smile. So then, Miles snapped at Willow and apologized for then, they kept moving on into the

sunset where there was a store with a roof as tall as anybody's fears. Yet inside, Willow's attention drew to the instruments that shined like diamonds, so he turned to Miles and asked, "do you think you would find a violin that shiny?" and Miles laughed and picked up a violin, so wooden that it did not shine as much replying to Willow, "Not really, shiny violins are nice! And so, the violin is my best friend therefore, I must treat it like one even though it does not shine as much as others." Willow nodded slightly as Miles stated how the violin was his best friend.
Miles purchased the violin and Willow continued wondering why he did not buy a shiny violin instead, rarely picturing Miles hugging his violin tightly as a best friend would—yet his view of closer friendship made him ask how. Willow pictured two friends tightly hugging each other, gossiping about other friendships ahead of them, and discussing the same topics they both like. Best friends are like non-biological twins that always looked upon each other, always related to each other, and depended on each other the same way. Best friends in his eyes were too open for their own good, yet sharing things that are just like each other, anything special would never be valid, nor were other people unlike them to the best friends themselves.
Willow saw Miles turn to the same garden Willow had been for long enough to grow tired of it. So silent for so long, the grass had never felt so dry, and the sun had never felt so bright to him before that it was melting him and his memorial times in the garden. Miles turned to Willow who had seemed uncomfortable and yet annoyed that it made Miles worry at the bottom of his heart therefore, seeing Willow annoyed was enough. Miles then sat down on the grass and invited Willow to sit

beside him with a worried tone, matching the ambience of the flowers' soft singing within the blue sky. Willow sat down beside him and stared at the flowers while Miles started to tune up his new violin that shined amongst the sunshine. Willow surprisingly stared at the violin shine in confusion, for the violin shone with the sun, yet never in its darkness.
Miles looked at the violin with a smile then started testing it out for the first time while Willow was patiently waiting for the first tune, then in interest, he stared at his hands which were softly attached to the violin, and then in such smoothness, Miles started with a melody. His wrist swung slowly open and close, with his arms moving up and down from time to time, his fingers shook aggressively yet with such grace and elegance, flowing a calming tune, therefore emotionally like the look in Miles' eyes. Willow stared at every part of the violin shine along with Miles' elegance and his heart was touched by the melody's emotions, so sentimental.
Miles paused softly as the violin's melody faded away and apologized, "My apologies, did I get too carried away?" Willow then shook his head with a response "Not at all, it sounded great anyways" he said dryly as usual, though his dryness sounded more colorful, as if something changed Willow's tone. He sounded more sentimental than before. Miles smiled brightly and thanked him twice, for such kindness that he saw in Willow's face, and kindness he saw deep in his heart, until they farewelled each other.
Willow laid down on the grass and stared at the night sky's stars that connected to his memories of the day, until he heard the same violin tunes. He flinched awake and sat up to see Miles' blurry figure moving his wrist back and forth and holding an object to his neck. Willow then stood up to approach to him, yet he saw at the corner of his eye, black and white spirals turn into the woman he had seen that day. He flinched once more and turned to her, until he saw the same spirals yet, she was not there anymore. The spirals moved in a rush until they were gray and made Willow dizzy until he was chained to it. There, he saw a piano in

front of him, in black and white, so scribbly that it seemed fake, yet Willow tried to approach it once more until the chains broke out of him and the sky turned gray. The violin's tune continued along with the same melody and slowly started to quiet down as Willow approached the piano and sat down on the scribbled seat in the gray sky. He then started playing a melody fitting the violin's feelings. So sentimental, that it reached into Willow's heart once more, until the violin started to sound more melancholic as if it were saying, "I understand how you feel, stuck in a hallucination of gray sky around you, everything being so fake and unreal, and within all of it, there is no way out. No way out of trauma, no way out of agony, there is no moving on. But we have each other"
Willow turned to where the violin's tunes were coming from and saw a scribbled figure shaking its fingers aggressively, and slowly swinging along with the melody as it touched the figure's heart that was cut out like a paper in the middle of it. Willow then started to hear snaps that sounded like violin strings breaking apart, and he flinched as he saw the figure's heart grow bigger with the violin's snaps, yet the figure still swung its wrist as if the violin's strings were still there, until there was only one string. The violin's melody paused as the tunes hit the missing strings yet acting as if they were still there. Until the figure disappeared along with the violin and the tune itself. At that point, there was only Willow and the piano, which then he turned around to notice his hands gone; they had melted away and the piano was playing by itself. He stared at his hands and then looked up where he saw a black figure with short black hair, that was hanging from a white rope that was tied from where to have seen nowhere near a ceiling, nor a sky even. The rope had made its own welcoming to the grey sky, coming from nowhere and putting down the figure's head that made its chin reach into its chest, staring down at the worst side of the world and the gray sky within.

Willow stared at the figure in horror and fear until the piano's melody fit his feelings towards. Willow then covered his face with his hands and fell into the gray sky's void, yet the figure and the piano's tune still followed him down. The gray sky turned into a pitch black, making the figure's body disappear whole and then turning into a pitch white that took the figure's head and rope with it. Yet, the piano's melody was still there, following Willow along through his weeping that tried to cover up the piano's melody, but never loud enough.
Willow heard his weeping turn into millions of weeping, until it encouraged him to force himself to stop until then, he heard a snap of his spine break and felt rough land on him. Until then, he woke up to the orange sky and felt his heart racing as his body was shivering within his heartbeat.