Happiness in the form of the Stars(one-shot)

The story of the stars

It has been three years, or at least I think it has. Time is relative to the soul. If I was bound by laws of time then I should be dead. If I was bound by laws of fate, I'd be dead. Perhaps I'm only bond by destiny, the life of a sinner should only be woven through solitude. My soul is dead, by heart is shattered; why must my mind still be intact? I should wish for death yet I wish for a flower. A rose...my miracle. I hate that heavenly blue, the soft petals that I watched unfurl. I watered her through tears, the sun it gave in return. Why did I love it? Pain is my friend, suffering my ally. Kindness had no place in my heart so I rooted it out like a weed in a garden. My bittersweet love for that miracle rose, it truly was impossible.

I hurt so many yet kindness is all she gave me! Why did I hurt her, why did I hurt so many of the people she loved!? Her smile was my savior, so why can't I recall it? Was it because I only remember her as I last saw her? With a gun, a hate and sorrow filled gaze are the only memories I can recall on her beautiful face. The tears that trickled down her pink cheeks, I couldn't face her! She trusted me, the one who moulded her every dream. The one who loved her more than his own life! She should have shot him when she had the chance, maybe then things would be easier. My soul is broken, my heart is shattered; yet I'm not alone.

Only one comes to see me. Only one asks if I'm alright. Only one cares about me. Only one wants me safe. Only one is on my side. Only one of us has a soul, and which has time. Only one I hurt like him. Only one I hate like him, only one I hate like him...

Say, if the man you loathe most visited you practically every day you would most likely kill him no? If the man you loathe played chess with you and always won how would you react? If the man you loathe played games with you and teased you how would you react? I would have killed him a hundred times over, only...my soul is broken and so is my will. He wanted a reaction and I could give him none he was satisfied with. Once, so angered with his pestering I snapped.

"Why do you do this to me!? Why do you always come back! You, you, not her you! When will you just leave me to die!?"

"Die? Is that what you really wish"

I was caught off guard. Was he really asking that? Did I wish to die?... Maybe...

"..." I suppose my silence was answer enough for he continued.

"When you truly have no wish to die I will leave. How about a deal then?"

"A deal...?"

"Mhmm, when you sincerely wish to live my dutiy will be complete. So when that happens I shall bring the empress to visit you. But if you ever wish to sincerely and truly die I will respect your decision, but only if that is what you truly want."

I was stunned, he was letting me decide my own fate. He was slowly and gently piecing my shattered heart back together, one shard at a time.

"One really shouldn't pick up glass with their bare hands, no doubt he will be cut." I said out of the blue one day. We were seated at the chess board I was hardly interested in the game, my subordinate was however.

"Perhaps it is not glass?" he mused, his single eye never wavering from the board.

"Huh? What do you mean not glass?"

"Perhaps it is porcelain, or fine china."

I hadn't thought of that.

"But it must be glass. You see, glass is easy to break and never repairable. It can get sullied from a single touch and scratches over time. So it must be glass."

"Hm you have a point, but... The way I see it, is as a diamond. It is not shattered, it is only chipped. A diamond is strong and beautiful, in order to find one you have to search in dirty and hard to reach places. They are coveted by all so they are hidden away. And even though chipped it is still beautiful, along with it's broken pieces."