When I wake up,
The dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face
And know I made it home.
If nothing is true,
What more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you.
|Painting Flowers, All Time Low|
»All black. The colour of death, the colour of human hearts, and perhaps blood too.«
I awake with a name prancing around in my skull.
Akihiko.
It doesn't seem all too bad.
The pain only comes when the horrible truth sinks in.
He's gone.
I hate Aunt Mizuki for saving me instead. I should have died. I should have been crushed. Then, Aki -
Or perhaps she didn't know how to face my mother.
"Sorry, I couldn't bear the thought of losing my son. He's my everything."
Or was it because she didn't want to carry the weight of my death? To feel the guilt, the shame, the way it could have been avoided?
With a death hovering in the back of my mind, I'm left unable to defend myself, to change anything.
He's gone. Because of me.
Staring into the ceiling above me, I realize I'm in my room. The white streak across with tiny yellow stars and two words, in bold, a dull shade of red or black, which has a slight resemblance to blood.
Bright Prince.
The name is like a butter knife stabbed in my ribs, and I flinch away at the sight of it.
It was a long time ago.
The sun rays were beating relentlessly on our backs.
As I stared up at my bedroom ceiling, I commented how I've always wanted a night sky which was dedicated to me.
Akihiko wanted to paint it for me.
The rain pours down like it has forgotten how to stop. I feel hollow and depressed, like my soul had drifted from my body and decided to seek comfort in a better haven.
"Those who are weak do not benefit anything. Weary, they lose and die..."
Akihiko's words remain etched deeply within the recesses of my heart.
Why do I feel so lonely? So hurt, so maladroit?
Now with Aki gone, does that rule still apply?
Now that I feel weak and weary, am I going to die?
A/N:
Deborah I honestly don't think Ella is Pittacus Lore because the Nine were to take the positions of the former elders, and I want Nine to be the next Pittacus Lore so don't ruin my dreams :3
428 words, I'm sorry Hannah. Yes I'm using the computer. Maybe something to drink and something to smoke.
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Teen Fiction"I just want to keep that little flame in everyone alive, so that one day it may converge with others and burn as one, against the frozen frosted heart that had the fire out for long enough."
