Based around the Neighbourhood's sophomore album Wiped Out!, Retrouvailles is a short drabble collection centered around the once sizzling relationship of Dazai Osamu and You. It follows the ups, downs, and side to sides of a once flowering romance...
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Track 1 | A Moment of Silence | 0:31 | Present Time
The sound of silence was louder than anything he had ever heard. The sound of silence was more terrifying, more brain-shattering than anything he had ever experienced. He was suddenly keenly aware of the pattering rain around him, and the way each drop distinctly sounded as it splashed onto the cold, dark pavement, hypersensitized to the lack of conversation around him.
Drip.
Drop.
Her eyes were like embers, glowing and whirling in the gentle haze of fog like a lighthouse, and in the old days, they would be the first to guide him out of the hell that was his mind.
The cold nipped at his skin, slithering slyly beneath the coils of his sandy coat, elevating his discomfort, but hardly subduing the longing that had somehow clambered its way back into his damned chest, a searing sensation that not even the steel armor chained to his heart could shield him from.
Honey eyes could never miss the way her teeth tugged at her rosy lips in uncertainty, or the way her fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the loose strings on her coat in languor, and he let a lax grin fall onto his features, a bad habit he had adopted over the course of the year, and a falsity that rattled his heart.
The booming brontide felt like a mere echo to his pounding pulse; he was certain that he wasn't the only one with the looming sense of hypophrenia that hovered like a shadow, a sickening disease penetrating their thoughts.
The idea of an apology crossed his mind. Did he owe her one? Did she? What was to become of this encounter, and would it end favorably? His brilliant mind churned like a stream, bubbling and skating over rocky thoughts with determination, maintaining a facade of insouciance.
Blinking the train chugging across the forefront of his mind away, his warm, melted chocolate eyes crossed hers in evanescence, halting all movement.
The guilt crashed down on him like a sudden flush of rain, and as he felt an icy trail of cloud caress his cheeks, he came to the conclusion that the sky was shedding the tears he could not.
