The monochrome schemed girl slowly trudged down the street, head down, an aura of darkness hanging around her. She didn't have to worry about bumping into anyone, seeing as people avoided getting within a foot of her. She didn't even know where she was headed, allowing her feet to carry her to a random destination.
Her body came to a sudden halt, causing her hair to fly in front of her face, obscuring her view. She heard the soft, lulling sound of waves beating up against a beach somewhere nearby. Lifting her head in search for the source of the sound. Within a second's notice, she began to run, suddenly determined to find the water and the heavy hope of finally being able to find a solution.
The female soon found a beach, removing her shoes to sit them neatly beside each other, her miniscule amount of belongings she kept on her person at all times was set upon them. She was in so much of a hurry that she didn't notice the two voices approaching nearer.
She took the single ponytail-holder from its past resting place, soon replacing it in her hair. Her bangs softly tickled her forehead as they blew in the wind, and with that, she began to sing confidently, unaware that the two figures had stopped in their wake to determine her course of actions.
I feel that walking has become another chore
I don't think I can go on walking anymore
Forgive me for those words I know they're but a cliché to you
But life is tiring my feet are feeling sore
The males, clad in their signature colors, stood still, not wanting to interrupt the beautiful song. They watched as the female with white-silvery hair began to stride slowly down the shoreline.
I wish that I could have a bit of time
To heal the ache that's growing stronger all the time
But I know time stops for nobody let alone me
So I go inevitably
She slowly walked over towards a cluster of seashells in the sand, picking a few up and running her fingers over them, taking in the texture and feel of the shell. Soon she caught sight of the cliff that towered over the crashing waves of the ocean. The female began to ascend to the top of the grass covered hill in hopes of leaving this miserable world.
She was done. Nothing left to keep her going, to keep her fighting. The things she's been through. Her heart guarded, thick walls of immovable steel standing to defend the fragile, cold muscle. Maybe... just maybe, it can finally stop...
Whenever things are going rather happily
It turns out life is just playing a trick on me
It's slightly painful to admit the truth, I end up in tears
And so returns the same old melancholy...
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Irony (Osomatsu-san Fanfiction)
FanfictionThis story is inspired by the vocaloid song called irony. If you look up the song it'll make a lot more sense.
