THE BLACK PARADE.

The Lady Of Sorrows

Jimmy taught her everything she needs to know.

"You're now the Lady of Sorrows. Don't fuck your job up. It's easy peasy pumpkin peasy, you'll be great. More or less. You'll do fine. I mean, you're just gonna sit there and cry your eyes out and shit I mean that's not even half of what I do in this shit I mean, you'll be great at this you fucking got it, just don't do anything stupid or shit, I mean—"

"Jimmy." Whatsername said which caused the boy to stop from his ranting. "I know. Don't worry."

Jimmy scoffed, "I'm not worried. Who told you I'm worried?" he made a face. "Nobody, thats who." he finished, pointing a finger at her for emphasis. but she just smiled a soft smile at him.

Jimmy started to walk away, but his voice was still heard from a close distance.

"I'm not fucking worried. Worrying is for pussies. Worried? Psh. I'm not worried.." he kept on mumbling.

Whatsername giggled.

"Bye!" she said, waving her arms around.

Jimmy stopped for a moment to look back at her, "Don't be stupid. I'll just be hanging around the whole Square. I won't go anywhere."

"Oh, really? What a shame."She said as she faked a frown. Jimmy rolled his eyes.

She settles at a bench by the square, sitting down and crossing her legs like a Lady. Living up to your title, huh. She thought, she pursed her lips and let her eyes follow Jimmy's retreating form.

She doesnt remember him. But she feels like she knows him. Something her heart knows -a top secret it seems to keep from her mind.

Its like a wall built for the sole purpose of blocking every approach of her heart to her mind. And it sucks. Because if she try to claw at it, her head hurts. Well that could be the source of all the weeping she would do. Its not like crying is easy peasy pumpkin peasy. Like what Jimmy says.

But she's having an inkling that yes, it would be easy. Its what she is now. The Lady of Sorrows.

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Jimmy let out a heavy sigh once he found somewhere to sit. It was by the river bend, the close one. He sat on a rock as he reached out for the still waters from the river and wash his face.

He can't do it.

He can't.

Why do I feel this? He asked himself. Johnny told him he still loves her. That's why he even gave in to the offer. That's why he was such a fuckwit. He was still head over heels over that girl — over Whatsername. Idiot. Fucking doofus stupid dipshit.

He loves her.

Johnny. Not him. Not ever.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that, a voice in his head said causing him to glare at the water as if it personally offended him.

The new wave of souls will appear at the Soul Square sooner or later. And that means he have work to do. He wouldnt be able to see Whatsername during the Parade. He'll see her, alright, but he cant talk to her. No, he cant.

Its not in the rules of the game that he cant talk to the Lady of Sorrows. Its just he cant —a straight up rule from his own frigging book of rules. He cant talk to her anymore, he cant afford to get attached. No, he cant.

Because nothing good comes out of getting attached. Like, ever. And Johnny proved that. That dumb assbutt.

Jimmy looked back, then looked into his reflection in the river once again. Once he saw it, he scowled. His reflection was screaming. He can't hear it, but he knows it is, it was in pain—suffering from endless torture.

Johnny.