Stargazing in Your eyes

Tenacity of a Star

It's not supposed to be 14k words I swear-

woke up and decided why tf not so here it is on a silver platter <3 kinda rusty but considering that i wrote this within a month it's bound to be crap <3

TW: mentions of suicide and SH pls don't read should u be sensitive to topics as such <3 I've warned yew <3

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Oh.

A soulless gaze twinkles back.

The moon seems to glow too soft on a night like this. The veiled curtains waltz too gracefully unbeknownst to the tangling of silence suffocating the air, muting the streams of a soft melody nearby. It's a bit cold.

He doesn't know what to do.

Perhaps that's always been that way, perpetually stuck somewhere and let the uncertainty lead him ultimately to his own demise, he never thought about it too deeply, never had the chance to, rather.

Something about a visit? Something along the lines of "check-in on him." Something around a familiar stranger? Something regarding deep concern? Whatever.

It wasn't his business to care right? He could just drop off the package he was asked to give and maybe, well, a "you good?" or an awkward "he's worried about you.", or even a "how are you?", would a "the weather is nice, no?" be more suitable? No, no, how about "the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

He could, he could have done that, he wasn't ever gifted with the ability to start off a shitty small talk and brush the awkwardness off for a few minutes, maybe stay a little for a slightly-less-shittier conversation over a cup of whatever. He doesn't care, he's not accustomed to any of that. God forbid he even puts the minimal effort in. It's no big deal anyway.

Maybe he can just wordlessly put it down, and make a run for the door. Yeah.

Either way, too late for any of that. The moment he laid eyes on the crestfallen face illuminated into the shades of ivory, all that dissolved and glittered away, maybe for another more suitable, fitting time. They let the silence and stares speak for them, it's supposed to be awkward, he's supposed to feel fidgety, he's supposed to be mentally screaming to get the fuck out of there.

But oh, he can't.

"Hey."

"...Hey."

How can a smile look so hauntingly empty?

He can remember, somewhere beyond the piles of mundane memories lay a certain piece, one that belonged somewhere special. Sure, it was brief, the first time he caught sight of those darling eyes of sparkling viridescent and azure blue, the first time he saw that blistering smile that radiated such life and energy.

Somewhere beyond the threads of screaming lays a soft, melodious laugh and an enigmatic song. He recognizes him.

And he knows it's not supposed to look like this.

"...what are you doing?"

"What's that in your hand?"

"You're changing the subject."

"Well, it's working."

Their eye contact doesn't break, the same soft smile remains yet the layers seem to peel off a little, revealing a fragile little tune seeking for an audience. "Oh well, if you want to know." he sighs, stepping off the frame of the said window cusped within the veiled windows dancing to the tune of his little soul.