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• Fireworks •

Short Story (set backdrop screen black for effect )

Watching a sunset is nearly as beautiful as watching fireworks. The colors exploding into radiant shows of unexplainable happiness. The radiance and elegance of every detail, of the power of the gunpowder used to empower the glorious set.

But watching them alone in the cold takes on a different set. Sitting by yourself on the night of a new year, seeing family's cheer with delight as they welcome the new opportunities.
It's almost painful.
I've waisted my year.
This year was a downfall.
2018 is a chance to start over, a new world to explore.
But will I be welcomed upon this journey? Or will I keep living on my shadowed past?
2 years ago, this exact night.. my only love died. Murder.
Someone so greedy felt the empowering rage to take the soul of someone happy.
And now I am alone.
No one loved me as much as he did.
He picked me up from the shattered pieces on the floor.
I was nothing until he came.
And just like the wind comes and goes, he slipped away from my grasp.
The fireworks signal the 3rd year of his long gone presence. The fireworks, are a display of the agony I felt upon hearing his departure.
Sometimes I imagine that his soul is apart of those fireworks, that the exploding colors and the cheerful sound are like a final goodbye to their souls.
No matter what the sircumstance, even if I move on, I don't think I'll ever let go of the feeling that he's a color in those beautiful lights.

Should I join him?
Yes.. I should..
The platinum blade is a color not often seen in a firework. The reddening skin displays a pale pink, sometimes seen in an exploding show of light. Crimson red from the neck though, red is too often in a firework. Now the light is paling.. turning to black.. and I see you.. holding out a hand.. translucent against the black sky, and the exploding lights. The air feels cleaner now, a weight now lifted from my chest. I now take your hand and we watch the fireworks, no longer bitten by the cold.. forever destined to sit in peace, watching the beautiful, exploding lights.

A little sadness to ruin your night :p sorryyyy
I just felt really bad that I wasn't able to get out a Christmas chapter so I decided to give you a sad one.. if you didn't get the plot on this one..
Basically the perspective is Y/N, and A select boy from the MCD/MS etc. Series was murdered on new years eve. The readers mind is filled with agony as the third year passes by, overcome by depression and anxiety they commit suicided. As I was writing out the death scene I gave in what I felt dying might feel like, like the air would be cleaner and you wouldn't feel so compressed. I'm just ranting now :p Happy New Years!

-Irene'Cracker